letra de 1.5 - youngboy never broke again
[intro]
(smoke)
[verse]
come and put that p-ssy on me, i’ma put that d-ck up on you
come and do a split on me, come and do a trick on it
come and shake that ass for me, baby, i got a lot of money
come here, do that yeah for me, tell ’em let me show you somethin’
b-tch, tell your n-gga how i make you cum without no pill, yeah
i don’t give no f-ck about no s-x, b-tch, i just only want your neck
i get sh-t smoked off the back, tell that p-ssy n-gga, “yeah”
i told that b-tch i won’t bang, i know that p-ssy n-gga scared
they must not know how i get down, bang with that thing, swing ‘cross your head
since i was small, i ain’t stand down, b-tch, ask my mama, i ain’t scared
that p-ssy n-gga said, “what?” she told me “leave that n-gga dead,” what?
fеw weeks later, i caught the b-tch and bust his head, what?
snеaker tech, knock out the back of you b-tches, yeah, dumb
sneaky slime, knock out the back off your b-tch and send her home
we stole that car, then we pull on side and we send ’em home
like bang, bang, b-tch dead, bang, bang, b-tch gone
i just need a lot of money on me, i just need the freshest fit on me, oh, yeah
i just need my b-tch for to see
and everything i do for her, i’m grindin’ hard for her ass
b-tch, i bought a half a ticket ring for your dog ass
b-tch, i pulled up with like everything with your dog ass
b-tch, you know i ride ’round with that pink thing with my dog ass
b-tch, you know i’m bound to split your ex about your f-ckin’ past
tell your friends stop tellin’ you them things with your messy ass
tell your sister, b-tch, i get that green, i get that f-ckin’ cash
no, you the devil, gotta say she mad that i ain’t f-ck her ass
tell nene, if i wasn’t her bd, b-tch, i would’ve bust her ass
i ain’t got no f-ckin’ pigs, don’t no profession get no f-ckin’ pass
i’m active, i’m perfective with this sh-t with my perfective ass
loved when i was broke, but now i’m stuntin’ and i got f-ckin’ cash
mouthed while i was home, but once i’m out, then it’s his f-ckin’ ass
yeah, b-tch, what? now come and play with me
i been doin’ my sh-t and got them hitters on scene
mmm, mmm, mmm, i got that sh-t on me
mmm, i’m in this b-tch and i got that stick on me
and i’m gon’ k!ll somethin’, my brother told me “k!ll somethin'”
so how the f-ck you just gon’ tell me not to zip somethin’?
i make the music, make this money, so don’t tell me how to spend nothin’
this ho do what i say, so don’t say sh-t ’bout what i spend on ’em
i’m f-cked up by breakin’ cars, lil’ brother slime, he swipin’ cards
i had it hard, meech got a b-tch, she got a friend, i jacked the broad
hold up, hold up, b-tch, i say, i’m way too gangster
had a bang-out, called my mama, she the one got me from danger
my sister know that i spanked her, my mama know that i’m thuggin’
my grandpa know that i’m druggin’, f-ck the b-tch, they know i plucked ’em
f-ck the ho, she know she thugged me, but after all, i still love her
i just wanted for the b-tch to try to help me
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