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youngboy never broke again - tell 'em (fuck rrealer) lyrics

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[intro]
(yung lan on the track)
b+tch my d+ck on hard right now (mane waddup)
(100 bands for a kilo n+gga)

[chorus]
hold up, hold up, i had to tell ’em b+tch (yeah)
hold up, hold up, i had to tell ’em b+tch (aye i’m finna go back to back on these b+tch ass n+ggas)
hold up, hold up, i had to tell ’em b+tch (these n+ggas mane, i’m+you n+ggas ain’t living like that mane)
hold up, hold up (let me tell you ‘sum)

[verse 1]
i got a brown paper bag, it got silence stamped on it (stamp)
fill that b+tch up wit’ that cash, and let my momma step on it (step on it)
undercover do the dash, bend the corner step on it (skrtt) (vroom)
watch my n+gga whip that yeah, throw that soda all on it (that soda)
get some ice ‘nd pour that drank up like i’m serving the table (likе i’m serving my table)
upgrade my swag, and pull my pants up i’m not worriеd ’bout no hater (not worried ’bout no hater)
black on black a black ‘nd grey tec quick to give ’em a table (yeah)
black on black (blatt) a n+gga take that had to give ’em a favor (b+tch)
i got
money callin’ on the phone, i drop off a play (brr, brr, brr)
walk off or not let them smile in my face (yeah)
hop in the whip do the dash in the wraith (skrttt)
act’ they gone drank i upgrade to a case
deadline 10, i completed the race
don’t f+ck wit’ that n+gga, i know that he fake
up wit’ the glock shoot him dead in his face (bah)
[bridge]
aye
ima live like michael corleone in this b+tch (ima live like michael+b+tch)
yeah ‘nd i ain’t talking on no phone (mane look)
pull up to store jiggaboo wit’ a b+tch ass n+gga gone huh

[chorus]
hold up, hold up, i had to tell ’em b+tches (im sick)
hold up, hold up, i had to tell ’em b+tches (b+tch, i’m+aye we are dem)
hold up, hold up, i had to tell ’em b+tches (ole p+ssy+ass n+gga)
hold up, hold up, i had to tell ’em b+tches (you gone take one to the face playing with this)

[verse 2]
bite down, told ’em right now, shake the cell block (grrr)
locking with them b+tches, watch the guard, make sure the cell lock (not done)
pull up wit’ them sticks, pack in the trunk, 12 on the dot (brr, brr, brr,)
reminisce i thought ’bout f+cking dump, serve on the block
stay wit’ that static
see that he actin’
wrap it in plastic
let the b+tch have it
he wanna buy it, my n+gga gone tax ’em
back in the whip, no scale, he bag it
dog ass hoes steady be flaggin’
milk carton when i look at they asses
think that she bad, ‘nd think that she sassy
told her you sad, so b+tch you assassin (b+tch you tore’ up)
yeah b+tch you assassin
take off your pants, ass look bad, but b+tch you look nasty (ole nasty ass)
thuggin this b+tch, i’m thuggin this b+tch
hollon i f+cked up (nasty ass biiitch)
oh let me bring it back look
you know that i’m getting that money
n+gga play wit’ the scene it’s off wit’ his head (it’s off!)
i see that them n+ggas been stuntin’
run up on me ‘nd we leaving ’em dead
not shooting while the light green
hop out this b+tch ‘nd bust it on red (glrtt) (bah)
leave ’em in traffic

jiggaboo 38 assassin (??)

[chorus]
hold up, hold up, i had to tell ’em b+tches (get up)
hold up, hold up, i had to tell ’em b+tches (ya heard me, aye aye it’s tha dumbway)

[outro]
hold up, hold up, i’m turnt up, don’t give a f+ck ’bout this (and i ain’t entertainment)
hold up, i’m turnt up
you know
we
in+ou
we in this b+tch
yeah, and i ain’t trippin’, i ain’t have to go+yeah i ain’t tryin’
i ain’t tryin’
ya heard me b+tch you better stop all that tryin’
you ain’t getting no d+ck tonight, especially from no real n+gga
i’m tellin’ you
hahaha

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