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letra de bet - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
hustler’s ambition n-gga, yeah
everybody wanna ball

[verse 1]
gucci shirt with a snake up on it
whole lot of chains around my neck, i got that bag on me
i pray to god ain’t no snakes around me
tell every n-gga that i love i’ll give my last to him
now this here sh-t gon’ get hectic
how can you judge but ain’t met me?
i swear that they don’t know the half about me
‘cause i’m seventeen, sh-t don’t mean a thing
on my gang, ain’t no tempting me
b-tch it’s murder, all my n-ggas play for keeps
i’m finally up and i’m making cake
og driving me state to state
out of line, b-tch i break your face
we gon’ burn ‘em, that’s out the gate
kyle just beat his murder case
now he back on another case
talked to von just the other day
safe the judge took his bond away
i been grindin’, tryna make a way
sh-t i take a chance every day
talked to moms and she said be safe
‘cause she know that these n-ggas take
i be gone on the interstate
new deposit just came today
f-ck these n-ggas, it’s strictly gang
let them play, catch one to the brain
f-ck the fame, i won’t never change
b-tch it’s pressure behind my name
it get wicked ‘bout money
these n-ggas change on they mans
swear these n-ggas ain’t solid
tell everything on the stand
i keep it on me, run up on me
watch how quick you get bam

[chorus]
he say he want it with us, bet
we gon’ see about it
play with me , b-tch you get stretched
i keep them hitters ‘round me
you gon’ get slaughtered
we don’t spare n0body
only my gang up in my circle
you can’t hang around me
so please don’t come around me
please don’t come around me
please don’t come around me
don’t come around me

[verse 2]
i know these b-tch n-ggas hate my name
probably wan’ take me for the fame
i ain’t trippin’ ’cause that burner stay with me
rob who, rob who? tell that b-tch i dare ’em
approach me and we gon’ slam
like ho -ss n-gga play with me
think i’m a b-tch, well come and see
police gon’ cover you in sheets
we flatline sh-t when we creep
be a duck and flap your feet
we step on sh-t when it’s beef
we serve whoever we see
shoot back at who? you must be sleep
we gon’ k!ll your whole street

[chorus]
he say he want it with us, bet
we gon’ see about it
play with me , b-tch you get stretched
i keep them hitters ’round me
you gon’ get slaughtered
we don’t spare n0body
only my gang up in my circle
you can’t hang around me
so please don’t come around me
please don’t come around me
please don’t come around me
don’t come around me

- youngboy never broke again

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