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letra de neighborhood superstar - dababy

(leor, light it up)

[youngboy never broke again & dababy]
she like baby blue like she from carolina
ain’t folding under pressure, so i had to buy her diamonds
ain’t talk ’bout sh-t on waist, but tell ’em: they don’t want my problems now
we gon’ double back, jump out with straps, run down, and pop ’em, slime
ain’t goin’ for sh-t, i do too much, you can ask my mama, i be on everything (everything)
she be like: baby, just chill
uh, i be like: baby, sh-t real
i looked in your eyes, but you looked at the floor, so i’m tryna know what you know, what’s the deal? (what’s goin’ on?)
yeah, n-gga, do we got a problem?
uppin’ on every car that pull beside mе

[youngboy never broke again]
leavin’ they project full of bodiеs
i turn that beat to plenty homis
soon as he come out, then we got him, we gon’ drop him, b-tch
i’m full of pills, i’m sorry, mama
them n-ggas slang that fire at my lil’ partners
i can’t squash it, it’s a must, you know i gotta
i been with that sh-t, they know that
got ms, been bleedin’ before that
five k, n-gga, check my coat tag
slip once, leave the b-tch with a toe tag
drive fast, no plate on the maybach
trap house where they stash them plates at
goyard where i tuck my drac’ at
stick who? n-gga know i don’t play that

[dababy]
let’s go
stay out the way with them cameras
i just seen baby pull up in the phantom
almost hit me, n-gga hopped out with a thick b-tch (yeah), must be from atlanta
f-ck that, they ain’t see i hopped out with that blammer
they ain’t know i got in with the stick on me
they don’t know that this b-tch right here bulletproof (let’s go)
i can’t wait for a n-gga to hit it (let’s go)
i really be cool as a b-tch, but get rude as a b-tch if i get the wrong energy (yeah)
they know i’ll put a ho out if i love her or not to protect my lil’ energy
maybe, sh-t, baby too real for the industry

[youngboy never broke again]
or maybe they know that they never could get to me
know that they know that they never could finish me
let off my glizzy, i’m feelin’ a symphony, yeah
i’m in a ‘burban and i got it on me
three hundred thousand, just me and my homie
lurkin’, we loaded all the way till the morning
get a bad lil’ b-tch so i could bone her
nawf 38, posted on that corner
waitin’ for opps and duckin’ cops
thirty on my hip and under papa house i got a hundred shots
n-gga spin on his block, on dump, don’t stop, i could bet his car get chopped
let me hit from the back, say: top
come out, turn around, then let her get on top
got millions, still invest in blocks, we get ’em, never through the mail
the spot be jumpin’ like some shocks, no jigga, get it on for real
i ain’t done, what it is? it get dumb for real
let ’em talk that sh-t while on them pills
turn down as soon he feel this steel
n-gga know we do this sh-t for real
try fight by night, his top get peeled
in the car by one, by two, he k!lled
by four, i booked and flew the jet, on the way la while on a lear
she on me bad, so what it is?
grip her body, know i got it
take her home and beat her body
i be diggin’ all inside it
suicidal, kamikaze
p-ssy sh-t, i don’t acknowledge
jump out runnin’ from them choppers
tried to hide and then they caught me, gang
i leave a stain, all you hear is: bang, bang
b-tch, lay down, i run that gang
they know i’m the murder man
don’t come around, leave you frowned
f-ck around, it’s gon’ go down
equip that sh-t, it ain’t a sound
left nine bodies in the town

[dababy & youngboy never broke again]
yeah, i left my b-tch and got somethin’ new, left her too, b-tch, i’m a hound
ready to bite me a n-gga (i’m a dog)
i really don’t like that lil’ n-gga
baby, ooh, he an icy lil’ n-gga (go)
i’m in this b-tch with that stick, poppin’ sh-t, i’ma pull that b-tch out ‘fore i fight me a n-gga (boom, boom)
i’m on vacation and can’t get my hands on a banger, i f-ck around, knife me a n-gga
i f-ck around, poke me a n-gga (uh)
i f-ck around, choke me a n-gga (uh, b-tch)
i f-ck ’round and take me a lil’ n-gga ho (yeah), put d-ck in her face, make her beatbox (go)
ain’t seen a thing hotter since he popped
f-ck that, four-five, got it on de-c-ck
on that bullsh-t you n-ggas think that you on (let’s go)
f-ck around and get spanked for a song (get spanked)
f-ck around and get spinned for a diss (get spinned)
you gon’ let that comment get you k!lled (yeah, b-tch)
every day, tryna stay out the way, still adjusting to fame in this industry sh-t (yeah, n-gga)
send a— shh, and i’ll pay for the sh-t
i go in your sh-t, make you pay for that lip (keep going)
neighborhood superstar, throwing weed in the car, they like: boy, you can’t pay for that zip (keep going)
they like: n-gga, we ain’t charging you sh-t (keep going)
baby put on for charlotte, he lit (yeah)
like, cold blooded k!ller in the car behind me with a bot and it’s stock on the side of his stick (boom, boom)
always thinking ’bout a body, can’t forget about the last two, he add another homi’ on the list
on that day, they got two of them b-tches
this one a semi, this one a switch
doing my dance in here thuggin’, yeah, he hating for free, the n-gga’s a b-tch
i’m in here with nina simone, i made her top fast, gave her some tits
pulling her hair, then she stutter, yeah
f-cking on her with no rubber, yeah (oh, yeah)

[youngboy never broke again & dababy]
she like baby blue like she from carolina
ain’t folding under pressure, so i had to buy her diamonds
ain’t talk ’bout sh-t on waist, but tell ’em: they don’t want my problems now
we gon’ double back, jump out with straps, run down, and pop ’em, slime
ain’t goin’ for sh-t, i do too much, you can ask my mama, i be on everything
she be like: baby, just chill
uh, i be like: baby, sh-t real
i looked in your eyes, but you looked at the floor, so i’m tryna know what you know, what’s the deal?
yeah, n-gga, do we got a problem?
uppin’ on every car that pull beside me

- dababy

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