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letra de 30 for 40 - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
hitmaka

[chorus: yo gotti]
i got a 30 on that lil’ 40, f-ck with the gang, we go r-t-rded, you not a boss, you just a target, f-ck all the talking we get to sparkin’
i got a 30 on that lil’ 40, f-ck with the gang, we go r-t-rded, you not a boss, you just a target, f-ck all the talking we get to sparkin’
light that lil’ sh-t up, f-ck that lil’ b-tch up
light your whole wrist up, pull up and pick up
she eat the d-ck up, no gag, no hiccup
b-tch swallow them babies, i dare you to spit up

[refrain: trey songz]
i came in with 40 on my wrist (yeah, yeah, yeah)
walk into an orgy with your b-tch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
put that daytona on her wrist (wrist)
in that tesla, i don’t even try to whip (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: youngboy never broke again]
steady sagging my pants but put on a belt
i upgraded my chemistry (upgraded my swag)
i went and flooded my rollie
my diamonds baguettes now i’m gone to infinity (i’m gone to the max, on slime)
i come straight from the gutter, who watch me go grow up they want get rid of me (yeah)
i’ma stay with that burner the minute i up, i’ma bust it at everything
50 shots in the glock in the back of the bentley
quarter million mclaren they can’t say it’s rented
take a shot ain’t no running, return it and i send it
she gon come to my to see how i’m livin’
she gone f-ck on a n-gga it’s worth every penny
she gon try and do anything make sure i feel it
she can say anything and i’m never gon listen
i’m not giving her no money whenever i’m finish, no
[chorus: yo gotti]
i got a 30 on that lil’ 40, f-ck with the gang, we go r-t-rded, you not a boss, you just a target, f-ck all the talking we get to sparkin’
i got a 30 on that lil’ 40, f-ck with the gang, we go r-t-rded, you not a boss, you just a target, f-ck all the talking we get to sparkin’
light that lil’ sh-t up, f-ck that lil’ b-tch up
light your whole wrist up, pull up and pick up
she eat the d-ck up, no gag, no hiccup
b-tch swallow them babies, i dare you to spit up

[verse 3: trey songz]
got a hundred in the bag, another two for paper tag
d-mn, i hate to brag, but do i, love to make ’em mad
it’s true i, gotta take my time, like usa, got a different mind like 2pac
baby, on her knees no tube sock, baby, double d no tube top
i call my lil’ n-gga 80 a two block
sh-t can get chilly you feel me now who hot
i’ve been the realist long before who pop
i’ve been that n-gga all i know you is not (nah, for real)
me and my n-ggas we all that we got
ain’t the one to f-ck around with, we not
[chorus: yo gotti]
i got a 30 on that lil’ 40, f-ck with the gang, we go r-t-rded, you not a boss, you just a target, f-ck all the talking we get to sparkin’
i got a 30 on that lil’ 40, f-ck with the gang, we go r-t-rded, you not a boss, you just a target, f-ck all the talking we get to sparkin’
light that lil’ sh-t up, f-ck that lil’ b-tch up
light your whole wrist up, pull up and pick up
she eat the d-ck up, no gag, no hiccup
b-tch swallow them babies, i dare you to spit up

- youngboy never broke again

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