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letra de dead trollz remix (original) - youngboy never broke again

[intro: young boy never broke again & fbg duck]
that lil’-ass bag, and that p-ssy-ass boy won’t say it, ayy (haaaaaaahaaaa)
man, you, don’t come fishin’ around this way, n-gga (these n-ggas p-ssy) (free ddawg, free baba)
(playboy on this b-tch) (fbg fbg gang gang gang gang)

[chorus: young boy never broke again]
tell the motherf-ckin’ police pick me up
i got them youngins goin’ crazy, tryna blitz something
mad man, n-gga don’t hear no talkin’ when lil top come
haha, b-tch, i want you act like you wan’ do somethin’
i see murder in my eyes
p-ssy n-gga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
inside, got these n-ggas waitin’ up in line
catch ’em bad and end up sprayin’ somethin’

[verse 1: young boy never broke again]
in my manager car bootin’ up, full of pills, n-gga
tell that boy i’ma see him, n-gga
tell him i say don’t come fish around this lake, b-tch, and that’s real, n-gga
seven murders in my hometown, tell them b-tches i did that
soon as the other boy touch down, i’ma be pushin’ his wig bag
dog-ass ho chasin’ after dough, f-ck around with these opp n-ggas
see they cookin’ up, ain’t no standin’ down, tell that b-tch that i’m tryna bang with ’em
real dead man out in valley park, call them range k!llers
mask down on sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with ’em
mask on, slang that heater
man down, call the people
got ’em tryna troll
p-ssy n-gga drove that he can’t get no feature
i got meds in my kidney, sippin’ mud out the liter
want my own cemetery, get ’em buried, call the preacher
don’t like me, then f-ck ’em, they won’t go that way with gang, n-gga
log offline, get active, f-ck your caption, what you sayin’, n-gga?
p-ssy-ass n-ggas ain’t trappers, they ain’t factors, they can’t hang with us
as soon as your ass get captured, i just hope you got your mans with you
that’s two for one
pick ’em out, just choose you somethin’
dead rapper
i bet trump and obama know just how i come
bet the mayor of la know from his city, b-tch, i done put sh-t under
known disses and a n-gga know i’m still sellin’ bar like i ain’t got no money

[chorus: young boy never broke again]
ayy, tell the motherf-ckin’ police pick me up
i got them youngins goin’ crazy, tryna blitz something
mad man, n-gga don’t hear no talkin’ when lil top come
haha, b-tch, i want you act like you wan’ do somethin’
i see murder in my eyes
p-ssy n-gga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
inside, got these n-ggas waitin’ up in line
catch ’em bad and end up sprayin’ somethin’, yeah

[verse 2: young boy never broke again]
i say all these hoes ain’t nothin’, they just wanna hate on somethin’
i been steppin’ on sh-t, like hit after hit, no church ain’t safe on sunday
born in this assassin sh-t, my mama told me burn that money
i ain’t got no love for sh-t, the north, you know i’m leavin’ somethin’
take your sh-t, i’m keepin’ that, n-ggas know i’m soowoo
invest inside that youngin who movin’ r’s so i’ve been sellin’ blues
that n-gga dead, tell me did he move?
all that he said was, “watch the news”
talkin’ turnin’ out, he done turned to two
it was two victims ain’t make it through
california with h-lla pounds
travel ’round with h-lla troops
i got pictures of you, lil’ p-ssy b-tch
plan on stainin’ somethin’ in atlanta too
wan’ get up with me, but i don’t f-ck with you
all in pampers, son set trippin’ too
bounty hunter, b-tch, tryna eat the crew
got my son screamin’ out, “do me too”
devil baby, satan seed, n-gga, trendset
contagious whack
them hollows came from me, hope you ain’t catch that
correct that
come correct, b-tch, why you said that?
i already done addressed that
he had a show, tell me where the next at
i got a gift for you, lil top claus (baow-baow-baow), n-gga, ho-ho
since i got them florida bricks, my florida b-tch don’t want me no more
we done did a run, the second option gon’ be a stolo
my godmama want me to visit her, but it’s too much smoke
[chorus: young boy never broke again & fbg duck]
tell the motherf-ckin’ police pick me up
i got them youngins goin’ crazy, tryna blitz something
mad man, n-gga don’t hear no talkin’ when lil top come (fbg sh-t)
haha, b-tch, i want you act like you wan’ do somethin’
i see murder in my eyes
p-ssy n-gga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
inside, got these n-ggas waitin’ up in line (ahaaaaaaa)
catch ’em bad and end up sprayin’ somethin’ (fbg b-tch) (haaaaaaaaaaha)

[verse 3: fbg duck]
what that n-gga goin do he keep talkin all that sh-t till a n-gga shoot n-ggas b-tches just like t roy and odee choppa sneeze now that n-gga dead leave him we’re we left tirehead (b-tch) n-gga texting till we pull up then they call the feds she like your hair (hold up) i smell lil steve in the air yea leave a n-gga scared like lil durk left them lamron n-ggas in the dirt (aha) now they hurt i’m from 63rd and they know that big a got hit with the k and all the opps fake i slide threw they block shoot it up everyday (ahaaaa) these n-ggas p-ssy everything k!ll a n-gga then cops come n-gga k!ll em too (k!ll em too gang) smoking on so much nuski got me goin loose got me hot (for real) shoot a p-ssy n-gga house overnight (smoking la in this b-tch) you know how i’m rocking choppas sounding like a rocket whole lotta dead b-tches (yea them dead b-tches) don’t run up i never lack choppas pack yea we got stacks gang these n-ggas listening to queen von till he get clap then beat his homie ass j money a b-tch all ways was these bullets gave him a hug hk too he a fool n-gga f-ck e-dogg too n-gga stop playin on the phone you not hard i got the world on my back, my protect it with some body armour
with a stick i just bought from out my section with a body on it
how you beefin’ with a n-gga when yo momma stay right round the corner
im tented to this mic i take his life if he run up on me
instagram im peepin sh-t that they say
n-gga broke ain’t got no money wanna smoke all day
and i be rollin’ round they mind thinkin’ bout sh-t that they say
the same n-gga that crossed that line they ain’t got sh-t till this day
i done ran it up, up on em
brand new benz sittin in the lot
quarter million car parked on the block they thinkin’ thats its chopped
10 bands 20 bands you had it but what happened b-tch you flopped
ion wanna be yo helping hand so now you want knocked off my top but d-mn
woah
times changed so now you wandering the skies
i see the pain in yo eyes most of the time you don’t smile
spend a 100 bands up on a car that i won’t give to my dawg
it ain’t no hatred i just played we it outgrown we ain’t no child
them n-ggas broke how the f-ck are we gone to go to war
you ain’t seen the sh-t that i done saw
you ain’t never shoot up out that car
i done stuck so many n-ggas up i swear and put that on god
n-gga ain’t take nun from me f-ck you mean i always played my part (money)
[chorus: young boy never broke again]
ayy, tell the motherf-ckin’ police pick me up
i got them youngins goin’ crazy, tryna blitz something
mad man, n-gga don’t hear no talkin’ when lil top come
haha, b-tch, i want you act like you wan’ do somethin’
i see murder in my eyes
p-ssy n-gga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
inside, got these n-ggas waitin’ up in line
catch ’em bad and end up sprayin’ somethin’

[outro: young boy never broke again & fbg duck]
i’m like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row (smoking all the opps b-tch)
leave one dead, i leave one dead (b-tch)
d-rose, he way from the bulls home (f-ck d rose b-tch ass)
too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome (smoking on that odee like crazy)
n-gga try to go, then you do his ass (f-ck queen von b-tch ass f-ck oblock f-ck 600 f-ck thf f-ck otf f-ck frontstreet f-ck 300 f-ck steve drive f-ck getbackgang f-ck lamron f-ck nlmb f-ck 65th f-ck 64th f-ck em all k!ll em all it’s 63rd stl ebt st lawrence gang)
if you know me, you know i’m never home alone
got xds by the tv stand (aha)

- youngboy never broke again

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