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letra de choppa boy - birdman & youngboy never broke again

[intro: birdman]
(pipe that sh-t up, tnt)
straight off this
(d-mac on the f-ckin’ track)
convertible, vinyl floors
ten thousand dollar robes
top, you already know, son
you know how we livin’
b’s up, we do this sh-t for the- you understand me?
big money sh-t, blatt

[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
quail drive, choppa boy comin’ out the top
he let off shots, wet up the block
yeah, i remember that too
youngest n-gga posted on the block totin’ on that iron
wit’ a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
and he just want to thank god it grew
in this town we hustle different ways
ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
i’m stuck up in the streets and pray that it don’t take my lifе away
wish you was here to see how evеrything changed

[verse 1: birdman]
raised in a boys home, junkies and cellphones
we livin’ that street life, we thuggin’ but dead wrong
we duckin’ the jake n-ggas but shootin’ at fake n-ggas
we livin’ this drug life, the money we make, n-gga
thuggin’ it everyday, we shootin’ the hallways
no playin’, no fam, n-gga
we standin’ on what we say
we boss, n-gga, and we do it like everyday
no cost, n-gga, give a f-ck ’bout what they say
and i miss my momma, and i miss my daddy
i miss my brother, i watch him ride in that cadi’
i miss my blood and i miss that love
and i miss my cousin, i watched him die in his pain
[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
quail drive, choppa boy comin’ out the top
he let off shots, wet up the block
yeah, i remember that too
youngest n-gga posted on the block totin’ on that iron
wit’ a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
and he just want to thank god it grew
in this town we hustle different ways
ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
i’m stuck up in the streets and pray that it don’t take my life away
wish you was here to see how everything changed

[verse 2: youngboy never broke again]
i remember, met in the street with a n-gga bag, everyday was bad
me and jboy sittin’ in the trap, back and forth, rap
after that all night hustlin’
i done did time down, all alone
seein’ you wasn’t around when i made it home
ridin’ in a drop on the same block they k!lled my cousin
at night, i done sing out my heart, so
can’t get my foot out the streets like i got shackles on
dump, over fifteen million i done made since you been gone
plus ain’t been blowin’ up my daddy i been livin’ on my own (yeah)
i hopped out once i set the plot, thirty rounds, all wooden chop
couple blocks and i heard the shots
thats big e bussin’, tryna stop ’em
got to watch over every penny, can’t think ’bout nann dollar
i’ma put sh-t in the cemetery, and ball for my dead partners
[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
quail drive, choppa boy comin’ out the top
he let off shots, wet up the block
yeah, i remember that too
youngest n-gga posted on the block totin’ on that iron
wit’ a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
and he just want to thank god it grew
in this town we hustle different ways
ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
i’m stuck up in the streets and pray that it don’t take my life away
wish you was here to see how everything changed

[outro: birdman]
simple, put it on you
put my life on it, my momma on it
playin’ no games, n-gga, stay focused, boy
ain’t no slippin’ in this pimpin’
real rich n-gga sh-t, big money
off in them hills, ha, high in them hills
rich gang

- birdman youngboy never broke again

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