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letra de always - sob x rbe

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
i never leave my brothers, i never hold out
always be thug, n-gg- never go south
keep both eyes open, i know n-gg-s go now
always shoot first when those shots go off
tell me that she love me, i already know now
can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
for any of my brothers, i knock a n-gg- down

[verse 1: yhung t.o.]
sh-t changed sh-t sick now days
i ain’t worried about sh-t, look at my wrist now days
for them bands i make a n-gg- strip now days
even though a n-gg- on our still won’t change
these new n-gg-s they ain’t keepin’ it a hunnid
i swear these streets and they take a n-gg- conscious
we ain’t runnin’ we the ones doin’ a hunnid
merkin’ n-gg-s skrt off doin’ a hunnid
on the next blocks be livin’ dry regular
we ain’t talk feds tappin’ in the cellular
i know n-gg-s want me dead i ‘on’t carry none
at some point, you gotta notice n-gg-s amateurs
and i don’t got time to be f-ckin’ wit’ you
i do not got time to be duckin’ from you
say we runnin’ from four, b-tch we runnin’ from who?
so i promise to catch a body when i run into you

[verse 2: slimmy b]
vvs diamonds my sh-t clear, your’s cloudy
e’rywhere i go i hear a n-gg- talkin’ ’bout me
sob we the best no disrespect to dj khalid
if a n-gg- run up trippin’ i’ma catch a body proudly
the realest n-gg- some type can’t even turn fake
seen a lot sh-t change when the f-ckin’ k came
crestside stays up but i don’t f-ckin’ g-ngb-ng
and if a sucka slide bustin’ i’ma do the same thing
ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ you n-gg-s ’cause you n-gg-s too strange
tec on my neck, hangin’ on a shoestring
i slide down your block and treat it like a shootin’ range
real duffle bag boy like that n-gg- 2chainz

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
i never leave my brothers, i never hold out
always be thug n-gg-, never go south
keep both eyes open, i know n-gg-s go now
always shoot first when those shots go off
tell me that she love me, i already know now
can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
for any of my brothers, i knock a n-gg- down

[verse 3: lul g]
for any of my brothers i knock a n-gg- down
i be posted in the jag, we been thuggin’ wit’ them rounds
opp n-gg-s slide down get his -ss knocked down
double back, masked up, lettin’ off h-lla rounds
i be posted wit’ the thugs lately, we been sendin’ slugs
paranoid off the kush, gotta lay of the drugs
only n-gg- eighteen, i can whip out a dub
and these n-gg-s they be mad ’cause these b-tches show me love
but these bands, i don’t love for they bust yeah
left pocket, pink fifties ridin’ thug yeah
and these b-tches i don’t love ’em, i won’t cuff yeah
and these n-gg- i won’t ever ever trust yeah

- sob x rbe

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