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youngboy never broke again - bitch yeah lyrics
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[intro]
(timmy da hitman)
huh, what?
what? what? what? what? what?
what? what?
[verse 1]
what’s crackin’? what? (what?)
or whatever i’m brackin’ on, b_tch
yeah, that my blood (that my blood), i got all fives ’round this b_tch
these hoes wan’ f_ck, these n_ggas can’t f_ck with none of us in this b_tch
i’ma hit at your clique with the stick (baow)
make me turn your lil’ boys to a l!ck (a l!ck)
i got stripper big booty b_tches blowin’ up on my phone
too much swag, stylist come, i try on clothes inside of my home
put yo’ b_tch in vlone
b_tch, play what you please long as you don’t put no qc on
b_tch, i make you bleed, ho
b_tch, i know i bleed, ho
bang a red, five, big b, ho (h_ll, yeah)
b_tch, get on your knees, ho (yeah, yeah)
come on, suck it with no t__th, ho (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m rich, i’m rich, i’m rich, b_tch, i’m rich as sh_t
come get it, got her wit’ it
know i got her wit’ me, n_gga, come and gеt your b_tch
molly, molly, holly, wolly, hottie thottie wit’ a badass body
i don’t play that sh_t, i keep that chopper
i might buy mе a maserati
shoot that drum at that b_tch, it’s a thottie
‘fore i give you my sh_t, you know i’ma pop it
b_tch, give me yo’ soul, give me yo’ body
swag up the b_tch, pop off her mama
i get high in this b_tch, on soul
i’m so high in this b_tch, i’m gone
i might make a poppin n_gga b_tch come touch her toes
still’ll make a r&b b_tch come here and hand off her phone
give a f_ck ’bout how good she can sing, b_tch, get that phone, yeah
[bridge]
b_tch, get that phone, ho
huh, b_tch, get that phone, yeah_yeah
huh, b_tch, get that phone, ho
b_tch, get that phone, oh yeah_yeah_yeah
[verse 2]
my brothers, they kick in that door (yeah_yeah)
i don’t like that n_gga or ho (yeah_yeah)
i don’t like that lil’ boy or his b_tch
i do not like my ho for to hear none of these songs
like when i breakin’ her back to my songs
makin’ these b_tches stack racks at home
clingy type of time you on
buy me clothes that fit me right
i don’t know who f_ckin’ side you on
i just know if it’s wrong, it ain’t real right
i ain’t f_ckin’ on her every night
i ain’t put money on yo’ head, that’s right
bang red, that blood, my thug, my five
you know slime could get this party hype
shootout, soon as i get outside
rudolph, beam on his nose and eyes
chew_out, which one gon’ eat me right?
geeker than geeked, i’m higher than high, uh_huh
i’m more geeked up than geeked, and i’m higher than high, b_tch
i get higher with her when i’m shoppin’ online, b_tch, yeah
i can get out my words through this everytime (b_tch, yeah)
yeah, and this b_tch here again without you on my side (b_tch, yeah)
yeah, i’ma slime, b_tch, don’t play with my mind, and you know you might die (b_tch, yeah)
i got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (b_tch, yeah)
i got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (b_tch, yeah)
[outro]
i got more money than you lil’ boys, y’all some b_tches (b_tch, yeah)
i can’t even drive and got more cars, your sh_t is leased or rented (b_tch, yeah)
know we make sh_t hot, pop out rolls royce, on back got switches (b_tch, yeah)
i don’t give no f_ck ’bout who a star, i don’t want you b_tches (b_tch, yeah)
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