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letra de friday night - ybn lil bro

[verse]
my young dog like big bro, let me with the stolen
doctor say i f-ck around and die, keep drinkin’ real soda
i was never into giving passes, see you out, i’m blowin’
b-tch say i need to do better, she hate when i ignore her
i don’t wanna go but i’ma still take my ass to court
let a n-gga reach for my sh-t, they sendin’ me up north
playin’ cart, extortin’ ho n-ggas, yop, free them boys
i was slidin’ before rap
i was cool with a bunch of n-ggas ‘fore sh-t broke bad
my n-gga jj in my head like, “n-gga, turn up your savage”
let my cuddy out the slammer, they know we gon’ get it crackin’
judge put me back on tether, tryna havе me at a standstill
if i don’t like that n-gga, won’t shake hands with him
and i ain’t worriеd ’bout no n-gga set trippin’
put your hands on me, i got this belt for you
watch me shoot this b-tch like i’m steph, bruh
i can’t trust no n-gga, he might tell on me
said i wasn’t gon’ do it, that n-gga fell for it
moved him out of town, i guess they scared for him
you ain’t even good in your own hood, sh-t dead money
f-ck with us, n-gga, in my hood, we got the best numbers
double up, 1love
(get money or die, my b-tch know she better not leave me)
(if these n-ggas stuck to the code, i wouldn’t mind feet)
(at the end of the day, ain’t no n-gga feed me)
(get this sh-t up out the mud, my n-gga, do it for your people)

- ybn lil bro

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