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letra de in n out - susie b & youngboy never broke again

[intro: susie b]
i need to put y’all on a lil’ game
’cause i don’t know, n0body ain’t taught y’all no better? or, what?
huh, but come hear me out, though, learn a lil’ somethin’, take notes

[chorus: susie b]
n-ggas duckin’ p
come and meet a b-tch like me
let you f-ck me like you love me, but don’t give a f-ck if you leave
i ain’t blowin’ up your phone ’cause i don’t need you callin’ me
i like my n-gga in a house and leave the streets to the meet

[verse 1: youngboy never broke again]
b-tch, i’m big yb, this a new ap
you can take this d-ck then choose to leave
i’ma f-ck you good, i’ma treat you good
do one more thing, get raked like leaves (wow)
i flood yo’ chain, i ain’t even they daddy, b-tch
don’t even tell me, “please” (why?)
hit yo’ n-ggas like i’m jesus, b-tch, c’mon worship me

[verse 2: susie b]
i be in and be out quick like a burglary
i already know the game, can’t no n-gga play me
he ask can he see me, i say, “yeah,” on ig (ha-ha)
treat these n-ggas real bad, b-tch, you ain’t [?]
b-tches go for anything, that’s why these n-ggas hate me
i wear these pants like i’m the man, in the bikini gettin’ a tan
shakin’ my ass, these b-tches throwin’ back
outside, b-tch i don’t need no man
turnin’ all these n-ggas to fans
drop a pic’, and he like, “d-mn”
where you at? so, it can go down
i catch one of ’em back in town, givin’ n-ggas the run-around
tryna take me to pound town
get me to la downtown
let me see you bust down on pounds
take me to go shop around
tell me you don’t care what amount
y’all hoes be stuck in the house
[verse 3: youngboy never broke again]
uh, b-tch, come turn me to a munch
put that p-ssy on my tongue
b-tch, i’m hungry, i need lunch
b-tch, i shine, i already hate the sun
what the f-ck with these n-ggas, p-ssy ain’t richer than my son
what the f-ck with these b-tches, lame ass-ho ain’t talk ’bout nothin’
“frrt,” there go them switches, now, you b-tches get to runnin’
you gon’ lose yo’ lungs you f-ckin’ ’round
you buck one time, on top my game

[post-chorus: susie b]
might be outside with a scammer smokin’ za, that’s rapper weed
you probably catch me in the studio, bae, droppin’ a verse with me
help him bust a couple plays, he done bought a purse for me
take care of me like i’m his daughter, puttin’ n0body first but me

[verse 4: susie b]
favorite rapper done flew me out, just to kick up on a mountain
that happened to how many of y’all? exactly, y’all b-tches ain’t raw
just be runnin’ your godd-mn mouth
just be heated thinkin’ ’bout, at least make a n-gga invest in y’all
you should wanna be your own boss, b-tch just wanna name and call
real hustler, i was raised in the south
i’ma get that money, no doubt
they don’t need a handout, but, he know what i’m about
he gon’ have to cash out, go and put on red sauce
oh, n-ggas want me bad, now
and, y’all could never come back ’round
[chorus: susie b]
n-ggas duckin’ p
come and meet a b-tch like me
let you f-ck me like you love me, but don’t give a f-ck if you leave
i ain’t blowin’ up your phone ’cause i don’t need you callin’ me
i like my n-gga in a house and leave the streets to the meet

[outro: susie b]
i be in, and i be out

- susie b youngboy never broke again

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