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letra de denthead - youngboy never broke again

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[intro]
hol’ on, hol’ on
woah, woah, woah
ah, uh, gang
baow
(d-roc)
let’s do it

[refrain]
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
b-tch, you better not step on my motherf-ckin’ shoes, huh
love a b-tch, think they can play with top gun, make the news
i bought my whole f-ckin’ crew, they dummy, i’m tryna sink
b-tch, you gon’ go
[verse 1]
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
muscle like a steak, my giseppe’s all about blue
i’m in here, who gon’ stretch me? know my 5s lookin’ at his toes
soon as i point, know he gon’ shoot, that’s how he do, that be my doola
sada boom, yeah, yeah
soon as we gon’ start this b-tch, hop out
they hatin’, they better stop that sh-t, can’t stop they numbers, i’m hot now
this money, got a lot of it, go tell ’em put the top son (top son)
shorty wanna f-ck me, say shе love me
know that i’m thuggin’, i ain’t goin’ for nothin’
i push the b-tton, it turn out ugly
i say “f-ck it, it’s a murdеr scene”
thugged up and i’m screamin’ “free my cousin” on all plenty lanes

[chorus]
shorty wanna chill, but i couldn’t right now
i’ve been rollin’ off them pills and i can’t think right now
let a n-gga play, he gon’ get—, k!ll ’em out the window hangin’ out
we bang it out, try knock ’em out, b-tch, close your mouth, yeah

[verse 2]
this tec can make you hit the deck, they roll you out, yeah
know that we grimy than a motherf-cker, f-ck him, let his mama love him
outside, we slam this stupid motherf-cker
tryna keep us set above water, we plugged ’em
better learn how to swim or you in trouble (b-tch, ha)
b-tch, i know what you thinkin’, better not motherf-ckin’ play with me
leave your brain outside, just with your head head bust up the side of the streets
all my n-ggas stand on business, i’d die for them, all they’ll die for me
[refrain]
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
b-tch, you better not step on my motherf-ckin’ shoes, huh
love a b-tch, think they can play with top gun, make the news
i bought my whole f-ckin’ crew, they dummy, i’m tryna sink
b-tch, you gon’ go

[chorus]
shorty wanna chill, but i couldn’t right now
i’ve been rollin’ off them pills and i can’t think right now
let a n-gga play, he gon’ get—, k!ll ’em out the window hangin’ out
we bang it out, try knock ’em out, b-tch, close your mouth, yeah

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