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letra de durk a hoe - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
(cashmoneyap)

mhm
mhm, i want some
mhm
mhm, f-ck around
out the window, no stoppin’

[verse 1]
i’ma hide some
and why these n-ggas try’na mop some
p-ssy ass n-gga, all that dissin’, never pop nun
i will let him on that glizzy if he never shot that
every n-gga ’round me wit’ it, and we all rock some
“slow down montana”, i let the window down and spray ’round
all my n-ggas goated, he did back to back without my case on
lil’ b-tch, i’m know for to get it, poppin’ to keep that 4 pound
we in the front, push that .40, get to knockin’, blow yo pole down
this .4 gon’ bust, smoke a person, this blood is what i owe now
but i own my own bullets, bust yo dome, yea, that’s on time
take the burner i’on even am home alone, b-tch, don’t come inside
when i say it’s up, no nun, but get it on, cuz’ b-tch i’m ’bout mine
spend this cash on a brand new ap, put money on mine
for gang sake, no one can save me, i watched the bloods ride
catch a n-gga diss me, then i k!ll him, b-tch, i make his pap cry
triple crossed, [?] the whole system, and gained a third eye
[chorus]
n-gga’s don’t like me, i’m so shiesty, i’m a f-ckin’ problem
these n-gga’s be bitin’, they just like me , that’s a f-ckin’ problem
these n-gga’s wan’ fight me, keep that pipe by me, i up and pop him
this n-gga deadly as the reaper, they can’t f-ckin’ stop him
n-gga, try to think i’m stupid as the f-ck, but she just want a dollar
i ain’t run it up and gain your trust and take away your problems
she ain’t got no love, but what the f-ck, i think they wrong about it
i was thinkin’ ’bout it from your point of view, let’s talk about it
i just wanna f-ck, slidin’ in that [?] truck
b-tch, i’m for a try, gettin’ hot, b-tch we movin’ up
get you [?] from the sky, tryn’a k!ll a duck
a hundred rounds when we slide, you can’t run from us

[verse 2]
diamonds shine on a brand new chain on me, i won’t take it off
just hit ’em right, we gon’ leave a stain on ’em, it was just that boy
they love them people change tho, they all [?], i can’t make it right
i can’t put the blame on ’em, i just reminisce those city lights
i just spent 50 grand at [?], b-tch, i’m rich as f-ck
dr’ak bust pints all in the morning, they’on even pop a flat
i’m leanin’, no disrespect, tell if you wanna pay to bust yo f-ckin’ sh-t
and now she keep actin’ like she want it
want this dig?, you gon’ get hit

[chorus]
n-gga’s don’t like me, i’m so shiesty, i’m a f-ckin’ problem
these n-gga’s be bitin’, they just like me , that’s a f-ckin’ problem
these n-gga’s wan’ fight me, keep that pipe by me, i up and pop him
this n-gga deadly as the reaper, they can’t f-ckin’ stop him
n-gga, try to think i’m stupid as the f-ck, but she just want a dollar
i ain’t run it up and gain your trust and take away your problems
she ain’t got no love, but what the f-ck, i think they wrong about it
i was thinkin’ ’bout it from your point of view, let’s talk about it
i just wanna f-ck, slidin’ in that [?] truck
b-tch, i’m for a try, gettin’ hot, b-tch we movin’ up
get you [?] from the sky, tryn’a k!ll a duck
a hundred rounds when we slide, you can’t run from us, oh, naw, nah

- youngboy never broke again

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