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youngboy never broke again - war (alternative) lyrics

[intro: youngboy never broke again]
mm, yeah, oh, yeah
(17)
slime
(d+roc)
(rich gang)

[chorus: birdman]
gotta the choppa stick right in hand
we got the money, b+tch, let’s go to war
the homicide right in the sand, we laced ’em up, but left ’em parked in the car (brrd)
fresh tinted, big money, we gon’ get it
live the life, we don’t stop, designer fitteds
she love it, n+gga, we hatin’, n+gga (we hatin’)
we ‘bout the money so they all chase a real n+gga
[verse 1: youngboy never broke again]
we gon’ camp out on an island just to lay low, n+gga
bet a hundred bands on playstations, we don’t play with n+ggas
i’ma go and post up in the trap with a brand new draco, n+gga
when i leave the house, i’m comin’ back with a whole lotta figures

[chorus: birdman]
gotta the choppa stick right in hand
we got the money, b+tch, let’s go to war (let’s go to war, yeah)
the homicide right in the sand, we laced ’em up, but left ’em parked in the car (brrd)
fresh tinted, big money, we gon’ get it
live the life, we don’t stop, designer fitteds
she love it, n+gga, we hatin’, n+gga (we hatin’)
we ‘bout the money so they all chase a real n+gga

[verse 2: youngboy never broke again]
pull up drippin’ like a bl++dy body (blah)
straight out them trenches, made n+gga, i don’t owe n0body
rich gang n+gga, pull up bangin’ with a sawed off shotty
(rich gang)
young n+gga still don’t got no time and got ’bout seven watches (let’s go)
wanted a name and i got it, stay with a burner, you know that i’m ’bout it
from top of the building, you know i can dot ’em
if i press the b+tton, you know you can’t stop it
flyin’ in work, i’ma pay off the pilot, hit up montana as soon as i got it
give a f+ck who you is, you ain’t goin’ in my pocket
got one in the head, i don’t gotta c+ck it, yeah
fifty thousand on a slime chain, n+ggas been bringin’ up my name
i done slept in the trap ’till the time came
i done walked in the streets in a lot of rain
hundred bands on my gun range
when i spit on the track, i’ma bring the pain
never askin’ a n+gga [?] gang
and i only ask stunna for one thing
[chorus: birdman]
gotta the choppa stick right in hand
we got the money, b+tch, let’s go to war (let’s go to war, yeah)
the homicide right in the sand, we laced ’em up, but left ’em parked in the car (brrd)
fresh tinted, big money, we gon’ get it
live the life, we don’t stop, designer fitteds
she love it, n+gga, we hatin’, n+gga (we hatin’)
we ‘bout the money so they all chase a real n+gga (oh+oh)

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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