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youngboy never broke again - bop كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(just run that beat from lil’ ken)
look, look

[chorus]
my brother big e
he keep that chopper on his shoulder (he keep that chop)
oh, he a soldier (oh, he’ll pop you, n_gga)
my brother 3three (baow)
he get the drop so i can fold ya (oh, that beat bangin’, n_gga)
i thought i told ya

[verse 1]
hold on, my wife not mine
got diamonds on and that’ll blind ya
p_ssy n_gga, i been grindin’, i been shinin’
i done f_cked my bag up (huh), and i ain’t scared to tell n0body
i’m gon’ have another sixty m’s in my pocket ‘fore next year end
play with top, way quick, they pop your top, know they get k!lled, man
got her out her top, your b_tch a bop, gone off that santan
got no time for these hoes p_ssy poppin’, where my money, man?
know thе fbi been tryna stop me, i need vpn
b_tch better quit that poppin’ ‘forе you f_ck around, get your mans spinned
know my youngin pop him, b_tch, i cut up like a madman
outside, b_tch, we poppin’, b_tch, we poppin’, spin that yeat again
hit your block with switches, then we repeat like a ceiling fan
refill up at conoco, walk ’round with that calico, we got all type of poles
‘fore i blast you, strike a pose, b_tch, watch your soul go
strike him with this b_tch, that cutter flashin’ like t romo
cut up like my daddy, b_tch, montana k!ll you, you want smoke
b_tch, float your boat, you better not choke, boy, you a ho
b_tch, we gon’ beat the last side, we’re still together, that’s how that go
r.i.p. dump, now i done seen this once before
yeah, ain’t no problem, i say
[chorus]
my brother big e
he keep that chopper on his shoulder
oh, he a soldier
my brother 3three
he get the drop so i can fold ya
i thought i told ya
y’all boys want beef
we catch you slippin’ and we dome ya
we walk down on ya, look

[verse 2]
hit the b_tch in his face like back to back
they won’t realize him and that’s facts
we turn your son into a pack, we blew his noggin
b_tch, this gravedigger mountain, i can’t wait for stunna island
i’m recordin’ right now, do a song, and, b_tch, it’s perfect stimulizin’
they won’t put that pistol on me, they use papers to decline me
b_tch, i’m thuggin’, i’ll send them slimes to f_ck up your whole climate
she was f_cked up, buy her a sugar bag and i won’t tell n0body
he was f_cked up ’bout that sugar bag, couldn’t pay his hit deposit
play with me, but meechy got me bad, so i gotta call up brasi
he still f_cked up, he wan’ talk ’bout ads and how he beat up pockets
after all i see, i got this, my watch glisten, they gon’ watch this
i been thinkin’ i might need to go put caskets on my eyelids
earlobes got shovels, and my g_wag’ got that b in it
step inside my lane, best come with pain, b_tch, you get beat it
weekends, i need my paper strong, wife need to hit spain for a weekend
b_tch, find a plug around, don’t come back home until we deep in
i ain’t nowhere good, you’re gone
i need you back, don’t do no creepin’
these n_ggas holdin’ me down, i need to find me another rich friend
sh_t, i need to sell some hitmans
get contracts changed to contrast
no, you couldn’t stand up to that four_five, you died, you stupid dumbass
on my side, you get no pass
tote big fires with green flags
we hop out, better run fast
n_gga, yeah
[chorus]
my brother big e
he keep that chopper on his shoulder
oh, he a soldier
my brother 3three
he get the drop so i can fold ya
i thought i told ya, yeah

[outro]
huh, ooh
slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
oh yeah
slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

- youngboy never broke again

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