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youngboy never broke again – i hate youngby كلمات اغاني

say, 10
let’s hear this sh_t, rell (ha, ha)
horrid, run it up (lil top)
i don’t give a f_ck, man, look (n_gga, yeah)
look, look
“youngboy, they gon’ k!ll you, you better stop dissin’ them”
tell them n_ggas, “f_ck ’em, ” and they know that i ain’t scared of them (scared of them)
how you talkin’ sh_t when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem?
quando got no filter, and he say that, they gon’ f_ck wit’ him
clean up on aisle o (o), youngin’ let that chop blow
ayy, my brother let that stick blow (stick blow), n_gga know that’s my smoke (my smoke)
he called me a b_tch, that’s india, that be your ho
posted with that stick like indians, they want my soul
post about it, b_tch, i got like thirty million, my mind gone
and i’m gon’ be rich inside my casket once my time gone
i’m bumpin’ wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home
why you drop that wack_ass song? p_ssy b_tch, you should’ve known (should’ve known)
my daddy tell me, “leave it ‘lone, ” but i’m like, “man, f_ck them n_ggas”
used to f_ck with gucci ’til i seen he like them p_ssy n_ggas (b_tch)
momma know i’m ruthless, talkin’ stupid, make me bust a n_gga (boom)
they know i’m on house arrest so they feel like they official
b_tch, i k!ll you, then i take your whistle (yeah)
god know i don’t like you n_ggas (yeah, yeah)
feds wanna lock a n_gga up ’cause he tote baby missiles (yeah, yeah)
b_tch, don’t bring my baby momma up, she richer than your n_ggas (rich)
every n_gga did a feature with you, slime out to get ’em
set ’em up then point a n_gga, field goal, romo
know i keep that nine with me, you can act like you don’t know (don’t know)
baby with ’em, 4pf, four poles firin’
want me for to die? tell that p_ssy, “cross the line” (ayy, cross the line)
i ain’t got no f_ckin’ mind, tell ’em, “free baba, ” that’s my evil twin (my twin)
youngin’ bouncin’ on his tippy_toes when he creepin’ in (creepin’ in)
he get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (yeah, came in)
i be turnt up with my baby mommas, i ain’t got no f_ckin’ friends (huh, huh)
he got rolls, my mclaren (baow, baow)
he got maybach and range rover (baow, baow, boom)
he got bentley gt, redeye, it’s black coated
slidin’ in a tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on
p_ssy n_gga dissin’ me, mad about his dead homie
n_gga, i’m a real blood, and i’m screamin’, “blatt”
i get free, they know where i’m at, i’m posted ‘cross that track
still don’t wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked
board the jet, you know i’m flyin’ off, i land, i’m smokin’ thrax
where you at? your security, they get bust at too (they get bust at)
i don’t give no f_ck about this rap sh_t, i’ll bust at you (said i’ll bust at you)
your daddy hit the feds, f_ck that n_gga, he a b_tch, too (he a b_tch)
tell him sit on side your cousin momma while that b_tch grieve too (ha, ha)
and that lil’ b_tch, she say, “4l, ” huh? i say, “heads or tails, slime”
tell ’em, “k!ll youngboy, ” all of y’all gon’ f_ckin’ fail, ha
let me check my mail, five, fifteen mil’ just for the slime
stomp him in his f_ckin’ face (yeah, yeah)
i left him with my nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)
free lil meechy off the line, n_ggas know i’m big slime
win or lose, no draw, n_gga, them boys know i’m ’bout mine (’bout mine)
don’t know nothin’ but slang iron, ain’t respondin’ no more
i just wanna make the b_tch go, he way from the go (ha, ha)
you know where i stay, don’t let me find your home (don’t let me find you, f_ck you)
they don’t let me see my daughter from the time i’m on (b_tch, boom, boom, boom)
hear that bl!cky sound, that’s the dada tone
feel like boosie don’t even like me, b_tch, don’t call my phone, uh (f_ck you)
tell apple i said, “f_ck ’em, ” they promote his song (say, 10, f_ck you)
they be hatin’ on tim and quando, they act like they wrong (let’s hear this sh_t, rell, f_ck you)
youtube streamers, they be d_ck_ridin’, don’t react no more (f_ck you)
you f_ck with them, don’t f_ck with me and that’s just how that go (how that go)
when i release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)
chinese kitty don’t wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)
momma told me for to take my ritalin and i said, “no” (said, “no”)
sarah snyder always think i’m trippin’ ’cause i’m real slow (real f_ckin’ slow)
hold on, i ain’t even rap_, i ain’t, i ain’t even rappin’, jason
i’m_i’m really just (huh, ha)
i’m really just lettin’ these n_ggas know it’s, “f_ck them” (ha, i don’t even give a f_ck)
you heard me? these b_tch_ass n_ggas act like they scared to die (ha)
youngboy, i been thuggin’, i been slime, i ain’t scared to die (f_ck you, n_gga, f_ck you)
i don’t f_ck with cc, but my oldest brother crip (he’s a crip)
i be on dc, dc, marvel, that be him (that be him)
i be on repeat, waitin’ on them just for to trip (for to trip)
f_ck the whole industry, they know, don’t try to get at him
ha, yeah, it’s 4ktrey, nawfside, 38, n_gga, free ddawg
we put guns to the face, b_tch_ass n_gga, how you wanna do it?
you already know what i say, n_gga, who gon’ die today?
b_tch_ass n_gga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?
them b_tch_ass n_gga, man, these b_tch_ass n_ggas act like they don’t like youngboy
i guarantee you can’t say not one thing youngboy did to these ho_ass n_ggas
these b_tch_ass n_ggas be hatin’, you heard me? i ain’t trippin’ these f_ck_ass n_ggas
these f_ck_ass n_ggas gon’ catch it, you heard me? they gon’ catch it
they gon’ catch everything a n_gga throw at them, believe that
you heard me? this slime sh_t, you hear me? big 5, you hear me?
we gon’ bang for life, n_gga, how you wanna do it for? yeah, huh
and i don’t f_ck with you n_ggas, believe that
youngboy, they gon’ k!ll you, you better stop dissin’ them
tell them n_ggas, “f_ck ’em, ” man, they know that i ain’t scared of them
how you talkin’ sh_t when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem?
quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they gon’ f_ck with ’em

- youngboy never broke again

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