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youngboy never broke again - got one كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(skeeo, you crazy)
4ktrey
we put guns to the face
ain’t n0body safe, who gon’ die today?
it’s a murder business
four, four
uh, uh, four, huh, four, four, uh, uh, four
f_ck it up, f_ck it up, four
uh, uh, f_ck it up, f_ck it up, it’s top, n_gga

[pre_chorus]
had to tell lil’ mama “bag it up”, come here, drop that ass on me
we got sticks inside this f_ckin’ truck, you play, they whack your ass for free
bro died, i was down for weeks, i was on plenty drugs
dog hoes talk down on me, but f_ck ’em, i got plenty love

[chorus]
from the streets to the cellblock, he got red dot, hollows hot
it get steep, play with pale stuff ’til my arm lock, i scr_pe the pot
gangster b_tch tryna hold me down, she see i frown and wonder why
surveillance sit outside my home, tryna take me down, i’m duckin’ cops

[verse]
i’m a thug n_gga, f_ck you, b_tch, i got gravеdiggers
run with me, i’ll bust you, you b_tch
f_ck the campus, i’m at school with that stick
you gon’ gеt bluesed, you get hit
break all the rules, get ’em fixed
cutthroat, ain’t complyin’ with sh_t
mama, k!ll these p_ssy n_ggas that’s dissin, now, you know i gotta
i’m tryna shoot the hoes that’s with ’em ’cause i’m a f_ckin’ problem
i’m gon’ pop somethin, i run with sticks, they all be goblins
i be head huntin’, lil’ bro just called and said he got one
had to tell lil’ mama, “bag it up,” come here, drop that ass on me
stacks inside my pants, i got ’em neat, i come up from the streets
hold on, stop this b_tch, i bag ’em up, shoot first, now come run up on me
i leave out red, i bang that green, don’t diss out peace, best keep your heat
[chorus]
from the streets to the cellblock, he got red dot, hollows hot
it get steep, play with pale stuff ’til my arm lock, i scr_pe the pot
gangster b_tch tryna hold me down, she see i frown and wonder why
surveillance sit outside my home, tryna take me down, i’m duckin’ cops

[verse 2]
get the drop, we pop an opp
load up, send my brothers out
we kept plenty sticks at papa house
before you know, they roll me out
they posted up, we spun around
lil’ bro, let my window down
this k come out, we spray around
fall, can’t shoot back, we leave you found
top ain’t known to f_ck around, 4tre 38 made me
on lock up, guards gon’ slam me down, these b_tches ain’t gon’ slave me
on phones, watch what you say to me, come face to me, they might raid me
can’t leave trace when we sling heat, still probably at the crib with a .223

[outro]
mama, k!ll these p_ssy n_ggas that’s dissin, now, you know i gotta
i’m tryna shoot the hoes that’s with ’em ’cause i’m a f_ckin’ problem
i’m gon’ pop somethin, i run with sticks, they all be goblins
i be head huntin’, lil’ bro just called and said he got one
had to tell lil’ mama “bag it up”, come here, drop that ass on me
we got sticks inside this f_ckin’ truck, you play, they whack your ass for free
bro died, i was down for weeks, i was on plenty drugs
dog hoes talk down on me, but f_ck ’em, i got plenty love
(skeeo, you crazy)

- youngboy never broke again

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