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youngboy never broke again (nba youngboy) - bitch let's do it lyrics

(chasely got it)
huh
yeah, lil top
yeah (huh), yeah, ooh
(d+roc)

it’s early ‘noon and i’m druggin’, tryna f+ck me somethin’
get one to pull up on me, and i’m gon’ do me somethin’
since i was sixteen had money, i say: i grew up stuntin’
they hatin’, they laugh, it ain’t nothin’, ’cause i’m gon’ burn me somethin’
now, you can think i’m stuntin’, i put that on my mama
i say: i stay up in somethin’, that why i just stay with them choppers
i know them slimes totin’ somethin’ and they be all wit’ that drama
they pull up, jump, i start bustin’, and make a b+tch quit that talkin’

i hop out first with that chopper, i bust first at them cowards
i had some beef with some n+ggas, i straight f+cked over they partners
i made sh+t seize through the city, and i sеnt blitz with them dollars
and, i was the first to drop hits, b+tch, i went crazy with bodiеs
and, i was f+cked up with ten, wear the same clothes, that’s my partner
he broke the code and i zipped him, this n+gga used to be on side me
i was mad at my boy, but, sh+t, i’m gone, you can’t stop me
he got me hooked on that boy, we both was goin’ through some problems
young n+gga cutthroat, you saw it, he either slime or a goblin
you know i’m wit’ it, youngboy, i k!ll that b+tch ‘front his mama
like, thirty days straight, i ain’t sleep [?]
huh, thirty days straight
hold on, let me catch again
hollerin’ thirty days straight, i ain’t sleep from codeine
hold on, thirty days straight, i was rollin’ off a bean
it been thirty days straight, she had a attitude wit’ me
i’ma get that ass straight, i stab that p+ssy till it bleed
in a new, 38 chain, i got that b+tch on her knees
buy this baby anything, she ain’t gotta ask me please
i’ma k!ll a p+ssy n+gga, f+ck you boy, and what you bleed
i want your face on top that pavement ’bout that f+ckin’ playin’ wit’ me
i had your mama at the precinct everyday to tell on me
that rap boy, he ain’t safe, haha, b+tch, please
they patch him up, couldn’t even stitch him from that hole left wit’ that heat
spoke on us, i gotta see, get his last rollout on a tee
i ain’t no b+tch that i need, i need visine
i be grindin’, she on side me
and she can’t love me ’cause i’m too slimey
i’m wherever them diggers be, you know right where to find me
thrill got me f+cked up, i came up, don’t care ’bout nothin’
i’ma get ’em bust up, he f+cked up, don’t tell me nothin’
i’ma get yo’ head bust, lil’ n+gga, all that f+ckin’ stuntin’
they gon’ lay his head on the pillow if we creep up on him
baby, i’m too yeah on these n+ggas, i got plenty money
bae, i leave sh+t dead, industry just don’t like me for nothin’
gettin’ at all they ass with this money, tell ’em: do me somethin’
b+tch, i got that sack, and on yo’ head, i’ll put it on you (yeah)
ring around the rosie, my diamonds are frozen
my wife, yeah, she love me, my ex b+tch ain’t want me (uh)
none of them ain’t roll wit’ me
i was locked away like they threw the key
pray at night for my soul to keep, these p+ssy n+ggas wanna roll on me

- youngboy never broke again nba youngboy lyrics

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