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youngboy never broke again - whitey bulgar كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
i need to talk to mike lowry
h_llo (thieves), this is mike lowry (thieves)
dubba_aa flex
i’m on these
alright, i’m ready, i’m ready
woo (oh), i say murder (oh, oh)
i say, i say they, yeah
they ain’t ever f_cked with me, yeah
them b_tch_ass n_ggas was plain games full of jumpers
just like these dog_ass hoes
yeah, you already know how it go (this is the sound)

[chorus]
jump one from my nine like i’m whitey bulger, yeah
play ’round with that, man, we don’t ask or talk much
don’t discriminate, kick that front door, i say, “off ’em” (said i give ’em knowledge)
i told my baba that they cannot fault him
[verse 1]
yeah, channel nine, this a murder for real
sw_ng that draco and somebody get k!lled
grave digger, yeah, they know what it is
they gon’ send me to that island, for real
real n_gga, he won’t stop if they hate
real hitta, shoot that stick at your face
pall bearer, i be raisin’ the rate
red eye, it won’t be a fair chase
gon’ die for the ride, even though that a life be a risk
in that front, ain’t no stoppin’, i’m up and i’m poppin’
a n_gga might die in this b_tch, might die
i know ten, ten, shh, f_ck how wild it get
brand new .223, it hold a whole hunnid
i sit here and put outside of that b_tch
they ain’t playin’ chase, they be hidin’ from hits
tell the meek, “you gon’ die, my friend”
like i’m broke, start up slidin’ up in it
after doin’ the drill, change the firin’ pan
ptr with no hollows in it (i’ma bring the hurt style)
you a grave digger, you gon’ k!ll ’em after, we gon’ bury ’em dead
society wanna join, he a straight k!ller, man

[pre_chorus]
all of these new things are fit (these things are)
my murder calls (yeah, my murder calls)
those inside broke, take my middle fingers
b_tch, i ain’t home (i ain’t home)
top tell y’all go step on sh_t (step on sh_t)
told her, “case closed”
i say, “put that belt on me, i cross five souls”
[chorus]
jump one from my nine like i’m whitey bulger, yeah
play ’round with that, man, we don’t ask or talk much
don’t discriminate, kick that front door, i say, “off ’em” (said i give ’em knowledge)
i told my baba that they cannot fault him

[verse 2]
feelin’ a’ight, they ain’t f_ckin’ with me
mad mane leavin’ blood in the streets
dawg, mane, came only for green
put it up, we gon’ pray ‘fore we feast
at the club, search around for one chain
uppin’ one cl!ck, more than one in my b
we ain’t hit a party, we just scopin’ the scene
talkin’ soon as it end, we gon’ die when they leave
about playin’ with me
i got my five, f_ck h.p.d.
i’m in that eye, i’ma shake the scene
i’m in that nawf, ride where you not
where you think there ain’t nothin’, where you prolly sleep
runnin’ circles around everything, plan on catchin’ me
still got no time for anomalies
steady pickin’ out sh_t, who was sayin’ they gon’ step on me?
after the fact, they can’t even breathe

[break]
oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh, oh
[chorus]
jump one from my nine like i’m whitey bulger, yeah
play ’round with that, man, we don’t ask or talk much
don’t discriminate, kick that front door, i say, “off ’em” (said i give ’em knowledge)
i told my baba that they cannot fault him

[outro]
oh, oh, oh, oh (this is the sound)
oh, oh, oh, oh
oh
jump one from my nine like i’m whitey bulger, yeah
play ’round with that, man, we don’t ask or talk much
yeah, i say, “off ’em”

- youngboy never broke again

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