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letra de adhd (humdee) - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
(dj swift on the track)
(cashmoneyap)
i ain’t lyin’ marc
f-ck the song, [?]

[verse 1]
you know how we livin’, accurate [?] n-gga, from the position
[?] actions, we changin’ from the way we be livin’
hop out and blast it, acrobatics send him straight to the cellin’
go demonstrate, f-ck with me later once you handle your business
i’m so bright, i spare your feelings, b-tch (grr)
this sh-t i speak i can’t right of it
what i think? some psychotic sh-t
my attention some psycho sh-t
i think i need a psychiatrist
lot of musics that tidal sh-t
long range, that’s that rifle sh-t
adhd, that’s the hype in me
million dollars, that’s the check from the label
ain’t even cash it, tell [?] to save it
never speak on it, it stay at the tablе
murder for hire, that favor for flavor
rock went to sleep with that clip likе a cradle
38 baby, you hear it, it’s major
money tick tock on my clock on [?]
[?], i ain’t countin’ that baby
don’t f-ck with the beef and the way that it’s beatin’
marc put it on, so you know i’ma flow
[?] and it spit out that fire every time that i blow it
never wait on the sh-t, i don’t play with the sh-t
once i make up my mind, you know i’ma do it
step on that work, we be callin’ it [?]
you ain’t sellin’ that work, you don’t know how to do it
walk in that b-tch and i thug in the crowd
lie to that b-tch, i’ma bite like a dog
smoke in the car, that be causing the fog
cut off my phone every time that she call
don’t know what i’m sayin’ but i feel like it’s raw
a-humdee allah i’ma pray to allah
boy you a dummy if you think i’m a muslim
a-humdee allah, [?] to god
[interlude]
you gotta learn your history, you heard me?
when you learn your history, you can become one of them man
right over left, you know what that mean
my big brother a chief and he conversate with priests like king
you heard me? b-tch ass boy
you better stand on that, what you speak about n-gga

[verse 2]
goin’ up and i ain’t fallin’ down
put christian louven’ on my feet
b-tch, that’s that blood, take that jordan off
bring ‘em back to the desert
old western with that sawed off
ain’t no way that my lil slimes speak some soft sh-t
they that hard mouth
slime

[interlude]
hahaha, yeah
you think i’m crazy? nah
you think i’m crazy i speak my [?]
nah, you like that? i know you do
(ah, ayy, excuse, ayy, i respect myself, but i appreciate you [?], b-tch)

[verse 3]
beat that b-tch up

- youngboy never broke again

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