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youngboy never broke again – impact كلمات اغاني

[intro]
yeah
(dubba_aa flexin’)
grah_da_da_da
(ceddy bo on the track)
oh, yeah, grah_da_da_da
(this is the sound)

[verse]
we k!ll ‘em all when we ride (k!ll ‘em all when we ride)
thug alibi till i die (alibi till i die)
by any means in gon’ survive (by any means i’m gon’ survive)
we tore them choppas when we slide
look, you get caught slippin’, then get kilit
that’s how it’s ‘sposed to be, n_gga
spoke on my momma, i ain’t wan’ talk, i end up k!llin’ a n_gga
you just don’t know i’m full of pain, but they ain’t feelin’ me n_gga
i ain’t no hoe, that’s on my son, it ain’t no tip in me, n_gga
say you want smoke, b_tch, i’m ‘bout it
we hit yo’ block, we ain’t stoppin’
all of my n_ggas ‘bout drama, if it’s a problem, wе poppin’
shot in his head with a .40, dave got hit with a choppa
that n_gga diss me, now hе six feet
give a f_ck what they [?]
my grandma dead, my uncle dead, so half my family, they gone
i’ll never let you step on me, so i’ma spin right around
so when i catch you, i’ma stretch you since you thuggin’ on songs
and i don’t wanna hurt n0body, please, leave me alone
that impact from that choppa spittin’, end up bustin yo’ dome
i say my prayers and tote my fire, everyday i ride ‘round
i went to trial, head high, ready for the lay down
but now it’s time to make it right, since i’m headed back home
and i, got a plan for n_ggas plottin’ on me
and i, i keep a gun, it ain’t no steppin’ on me
and i, drop that bag when they say they want beef
i pray to lord my soul to keep, we puttin’ you b_tches to sleep, yeah
i sip the lean while all my n_ggas around me smokin’ on gonja
i catch a body, tell n0body, keep that sh_t on the under
got fifty shots up in this .40, choppa hold a whole hunnit
and once i shoot, i ain’t gon’ miss, it ain’t no sense up in runnin’
he got a pipe long, get hit with this spider
it go ba_ra_ta, when i shoot that choppa
i’m screamin’ “long range” ridin’ round with that rifle
keep that tool, boy, rude boy, top shotta
strapped up with that tech, he bet’ not flex, i got it on me
shoot above his neck, he disrespect, don’t run up on me
body full of stress, i’m goin’ through it by my lonely
screaming out “who next?” while you n_ggas won’t get no sleep
got me like oh, won’t sell my soul, hold my own
i’ma die, yeah i know
got me like oh, they gon’ remember who apply pressure when i’m gone, woah
[outro]
big money, big money, who wan’ f_ck with us?
all you b_tches
all you b_tches
bang

- youngboy never broke again

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