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youngboy never broke again - murda man lyrics

[verse 1]
drinkin’ on this potion steady f-ckin’ up my kidneys
malu had just text me and she told me that she miss me
fifty-thousand on me, i got all these hoes reachin’
steady sendin’ money to my brothers up in prison
lil’ [?] in my phone, he like, “n-gga, what the business?”
i told him, “f-ck the laws, you know that i’m still spinnin'”
hit a n-gga block with the quickness, hop out with that glizzy
whack his partner, tell him come and find me
b-tch, i’m in the trenches
he like, “b-tch, i know you didn’t”
hoe, you know i did it
send yo’ brother to my show and, b-tch, i’m tearin’ up yo’ city
n-gga said that he want smoke
n-gga know i’m with it
when i catch you we gon’ stretch you
put one in yo’ fitted

[chorus]
four-by-four, i’m in a benz ridin’ ’round with fee
n-gga instagram thuggin’, they don’t want no beef
i’ma pull up where you be, you talkin’ ’bout zippin’ me
you know i ain’t hidin’, b-tch, i’m right here in them streets

[verse 2]
if i said it, i’ma stamp it
i know them laws tryna ban me
b-tch, i feel like charles manson
it ain’t nothin’ i can’t handle
all these diamonds on me dancin’
pour a four up in that fanta
i just pulled up in a phantom
come through bouncin’ like i’m prancin’

[chorus]
i’ma come through doin’ the murder man
ridin’ with them choppers in a sprinter van
n-gga wanna do it, we can do it then
all the way dumb, you know i ain’t playin’

[verse 3]
i got that burner on me for whoever tryna harm me
n-gga, drop yo’ pen, you know that i’m comin’
i got that burner on me for whoever tryna hold me
n-gga, drop yo’ pen, you know that i’m comin’
youngboy don’t play ’round
you gon’ get down or gon’ lay down
got yo’ hitters with you, i’ma hop out, spray that k round
murder on my trail, i could die, like, any day now
i thought you was real, i ain’t knowin’ what to say now

[chorus]
f-ck a teller, b-tch, i’m screamin’ “murda,” ’cause i wrote it
f-ck up on probation, judge said she gon’ revoke it
4-5 with extension, b-tch, i’m walking with it on me
just ’cause i don’t post it, b-tch, you know that i still tote it
four-by-four, i’m in a benz ridin’ ’round with fee
n-gga instagram thuggin’, they don’t want no beef
i’ma pull up where you be, you talkin’ ’bout zippin’ me
you know i ain’t hidin’, b-tch, i’m right here in them streets
i’ma come through doin’ the murder man
ridin’ with them choppers in a sprinter van
n-gga wanna do it, when can do it then
all the way dumb, you know i ain’t playin’

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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