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youngboy never broke again - murder musiness lyrics

b+tch ass n+gga, don’t talk to the man (mm, mm, mm+mm)
f+ck them, haha, yeah, what?
b+tch ass n+gga, say what you doin’ (mm, mm, mm+mm)
what, you wanna do somethin’?
tryna to put some sh+t to bed now (bed)
whip up, hop out with glocks
and we be aiming at your head, huh (head now)
b+tch, y’all wan’ do something?
lil top like to see red, huh
you wan’ f+ck around with the don dada? (bah)
we gon’ red dot ’em, we gon’ bedrock ’em (yeah, yeah)
i’ma heart stop ’em (yeah, fah)
with this k!llin’ sh+t, i’m the murder doctor
i got one chopper for his nine partners
when i finish, whole city heard about it
ridin’ four deep, ridin’ where they be
in the back seat with a dirty chopper (skrrt)
screamin’, “f+ck the law, we gon’ k!ll about it”
f+ck the music, n+gga, know we drill about it
i’ll use it, n+gga, know this .40 on me
i’m a real blood, get rid of homie
k!ll that b+tch, make the critics pay him homage
make them k!llers drive when he say he want it
in his trap spot, we gon’ creep up on him
oh, you chose somewhere scared now
tell us ’bout where all that lead found
he was rollin’ right, left him dead, huh
lil top, i’m too ahead now
inside my scope your head found
demon sh+t, illiterate
sip dope that’s not prescribed from out of styrofoams
youngboy like to blaze, no hand grenades
we get your head blown (bro, hold on)
reaper sh+t, this draco on me
b+tch, i’m the cook, just work this trap phone
back bad, confirm sh+t (yeah), i can get his back blown (yeah, yeah)
.45 (yeah), this herm sh+t (yeah)
plus you know my bag strong (yeah, yeah)
you slime enough to f+ck a n+gga
you slime to bring a bag home (b+tch)
i told you not to trust these n+ggas
b+tch, you know you dead wrong
on that lean, you would think i popped a bean
i don’t turn down (nah)
k!llin’ scene, blood on my soldier ree’s
somethin’ got burnt down (nah)
switched all plans and the ks turn to machines
i’m like “who playin now?” i’m flexin’
lay the whole clan down (yeah)
“how you want him?” leave him with his pants down (yeah)
murder business, hol’ on, murder business (murder business)
chopsticks (chopsticks), k!ll a witness (witness)
down b+tch (down b+tch), drive while we spinnin’ (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
let her work the phone, tell ’em, “meet us wit’ it” (meet us wit’ it)
murder business, hol’ on, murder business (murder business)
chopsticks (chopsticks), k!ll a witness (k!ll a witness)
down b+tch (down b+tch), drive while we spinnin’ (drive it)
let her work the phone, tell ’em, “meet us wit’ it” (tell ’em, “meet us wit’ it”)
brrt, brrt
we gon’ leave the phones
(load up, she’ll take us, we be scopin’ out the scene)
bah, bah, jiggaboo stop cappin’, you know that headshot was me (headshot was me)
(we’ll f+ckin’ spin again and see who got good aim)
bro, creep down, sweep up
should’ve had some cleats, thug
p+ssy b+tch, can’t run from us
we gon’ chase you down, we gon’ put you up
youngboy, ai, lil top, b+tch, i’m a big thug (big thug)
you in here, then tonight
you just might die if you ain’t here with us (ain’t here with us)
(my mama know i’m a demon, i don’t give a f+ck)

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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