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letra de badder than yours - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
(yo, cam, load that beat up real quick)
ayy, ayy, block your auto
huh? (bj, this a hit)

[pre-chorus]
my b-tch bad than yours, my b-tch bad than yours
my b-tch badder than yours, my b-tch badder than yours
my b-tch bad than yours, my b-tch badder than yours
my b-tch badder than yours, my b-tch badder than yours

[chorus]
i got her slidin’ in a foreign, yeah
rockin’ all these diamonds, plenty watches on her arm, yeah
and she hold my choppers, i get locked up, she make bond, yeah
b-tch, it ain’t no problem, that’s my motherf-ckin’—
b-tch, that’s my wife, b-tch, that’s my partner, yeah

[verse]
i do own that sh-t, baby, ho, i’m lil top, yeah (yeah)
buddha baby, buddha baby (uh), huh, on that wock’ (baow)
i can’t forget molly, i’m sorry, baby, i do ice
i think i’m the son of santa, all this motherf-ckin’ ice on me
i throw— on me (wow)
i got roxy on me (yeah)
i got that weapon (ho, ho, hey)
huh, b-tch, i got that strap on me (baow, baow)
got that pack on me (top)
um, b-tch, b-tch, get back on me (kentrell)
b-tch, run up on me, montana make your ass back up off me (p-ssy, huh)
[interlude]
man, i swear to god, man, we— man, that—
man, the reference so pressure
i’m sayin’ words, but i really ain’t sayin’ words
i’m talkin’ ’bout, ayy, what’s the motherf-ckin’ word?
n-gga, we’ll leave you on the curb, boy

[verse]
swing the thirty, mm-mm, do sh-t dirty, b-tch, b-tch
interstate, we swervin’ sh-t, gon’ make that dirty thirty hit
f-ck your glock, you ain’t no murderer, n-gga, you don’t know ’bout this
around my trigger, i put tape, and i put tape around my kicks
you ain’t got no booty, ugly trick, tennis ball, i’ll kick ya, b-tch
old broke-ass ho, i’ll buy you shoes, buddha baby, i’m on that sh-t
i got my xd, hold on, triple three, kell got a stick
n-gga, you don’t see my b-tch face and her ass? yeah

[pre-chorus]
my b-tch bad than yours, my b-tch bad than yours (wow)
my b-tch badder than yours (yeah), my b-tch badder than yours (top)
my b-tch bad than yours (let’s do it), my b-tch badder than yours (come on)
my b-tch badder than yours, my b-tch badder than yours (hit it, hit it, kentrell)

[chorus]
i got her slidin’ in a foreign, yeah (‘veeta)
rockin’ all these diamonds (yeah), plenty watches on her arm, yeah (yeah, yeah)
and she hold my choppers (yeah, wow), i get locked up, she make bond, yeah
b-tch, it ain’t no problem (wow), that’s my motherf-ckin’—
b-tch, that’s my wife, b-tch, that’s my partner, yeah
[outro]
huh, b-tch, what it is?
this petey, lil’ n-gga, boy
what the f-ck you on? klemenza daddy, ayy
i’m talkin’ ’bout
you know how i get down, n-gga, this jazlyn husband
i been thuggin’, i get it on, man
you can’t find nothin’ better, this that slime cry
we gon’ talk too much, we gon’ get off into some gangster sh-t, yeah
i’m on that sh-t, so if you don’t understand my words, just play it back
just play it back, n-gga, yeah, n-gga, yeah (n-gga, yeah)

- youngboy never broke again

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