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youngboy never broke again - the north bleeding lyrics

[intro]
ayy, yo, bands, what you cookin’?
it’s malik on the track
look

[verse 1]
no new shoes ’til momma get her taxes
police harass me ’cause it’s thug life, survival tactics
from a shoebox to my mattress, from my mattress to the bank
been doin’ this sh+t since i was seventeen, you think that i can’t think?
my gangsta, what the f+ck you think?
’bout these cold k!llers and dope sniffers that run with me
seen that i don’t f+ck with ’em, now they come for me
they know he keep it tucked with him
now which one y’all wanna romp with me?
back against the wall, real through it all, now they wan’ see me bleed

[chorus]
sun don’t shine no more, the rain don’t fall
i’ll be back on my feet soon as the time come ’round
i stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
i heard they comin’ to see me, tell ’em, “it won’t be easy,” woah
lay down that window, then they spray ’round, n+gga, walk, walk
b+tch, lay your p+ssy ass on the floor, big 4ktrey and i want all the smoke
two hunnid for lil’ bro a pole, and he told me he ain’t need it
we fell off ’cause i was loaded, she just flashed, and i was leanin’
[verse 2]
black forces, my gun, you cannot see, i’m lookin’ like i’m thievin’
i feel it in the air like like beanie sigel, and, b+tch, i’m rich like john cena
i keep it gangsta like hot beezy, i’m talkin’ to stunna, i’m finna leave her
he got a chick with a bad daughter, i told him, “see if she want me”
that’s twenty mill’ for me, and here goes thirty mill’ for you, thug
bless the shooter and f+ck these hoes, these n+ggas wasn’t raised like us
shoot the burner ’til you hear it cl!ck, never tried to make a shoe fit
baby momma f+ckin’ them, they tried to k!ll me, nasty, dirty b+tch, you know

[chorus]
the rain don’t fall
know i’ll be back on my feet soon as the time come ’round
i stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
i heard they comin’ to see me, tell ’em, “it won’t be easy,” woah
lay down that window, then they spray ’round, n+gga, walk, walk
lay your flunky ass down, where that money at?
big 4ktrey and i want all the smoke
two hunnid for my bro, a pole
swervin’ in that rolls, ‘member back up in the day it was a stolo

[post+chorus]
turn that ass ’round lil’ thottie+ottie mami
take your pants off and come get on me, on me
oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
she say she want a thug n+gga, she told me that she love me
[verse 3]
b+tch, i ain’t got no budget, tag that n+gga
cadillac on twenty+fours, this that nawf swag, n+gga
and i’m back with your ho, i’m just singin’ riddles
i’m like la+la+la, tell your boyfriend i’ll k!ll him
plenty hitters, n+gga, and i pulled ’em up in transition
at your car, shoot dirty glocks, and i got all your transmission
how you try to run, lil’ daddy? stupid, all your pants missin’
f+ckin’ doofus, we too ruthless, he just wanna smash n+ggas
and she know that doe, that gang got dead bodies
it’s a true crime, po, shawty know i get it on
bangin’ like this saints row, i made my bones inside the nawf
she tryna help me take it slow

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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