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letra de good dope - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
you already know, ain’t n0body safe, we put guns to the face, who gon’ die today? (baso made another hit)
you already know what it is (uh), n-gga, f-ck with somethin’, ayy (yeah)
it’s 4kt, n-gga (uh), all my n-ggas die for me, for all my n-ggas i bleed, you already know (oh)
any way this sh-t can go, p-ssy, and it’s gon’ go mine (oh, oh, oh, d-roc)

[chorus]
i give a f-ck ’bout nothin’ that you talk ’cause i get down (lil top)
n-gga, f-ck with somethin’, i done bulletproofed my truck, i’m ridin’ ’round (5)
smokin’ dank up in this b-tch, it smell like pound, it smell like pound (n-gga, yeah)
got my thing up in this b-tch, i’m in your town, i’m in your town (your town)

[verse 1]
you gon’ smell this gun, son, b-tch gon’ make you dance
she gon’ sacrifice her clique, she gon’ give her friend
i just done it on these n-ggas and did it again
i just pulled up with thеm n-ggas, left ’em in a trance
policе, they tryna catch up with us, say that we murder and say that we sellin’ that stuff (sellin’ that)
bro trappin’ in front of his mama house, i got a dirty house, it’s lookin’ like snow on the balc’ (snow on the balc’)
diamonds, on top of the stage, raise my gang, they changin’ the climate (changin’, changin’, changin’)
inside of coupe, the b-tch givin’ brain and the seat ain’t even reclinin’
i’m thuggin’ and hustlin’ and murderin’ these n-ggas, i do it the finest
hold on, b-tch wan’ check my timin’ (uh)
hold on, b-tch built like blac chyna (chyna)
bro been sellin’ that china (oh)
skully been totin’ that, skully been totin’ that
hit it all at your mama (boom, baow)
n-ggas ain’t on that, n-gga, we on that
[refrain]
on that good dope, ooh, on that good dope (good dope)
i just pulled up, i’m with them hitters, get your kids and lock your door
i just pulled up with that sh-t that make ’em choke, baow, baow
i just pulled up with that, he won’t talk no more, baow, baow

[verse 2]
i just pulled up with that, mama, i’m sorry
why, why these p-ssy n-ggas had to start me? (yeah)
i’ma fire and, b-tch, you knowin’ that sh-t (kentrell)
play with i, put a b-tch six feet (5)
n-gga, look at my eye, i ain’t showin’ no t–th
all around the world, everywhere i be

[chorus]
i give a f-ck ’bout nothin’ that you talk ’cause i get down (woah)
n-gga, f-ck with somethin’, i done bulletproofed my truck, i’m ridin’ ’round (oh)
smokin’ dank up in this b-tch, it smell like pound, it smell like pound (n-gga, yeah, oh)
got my thing up in this b-tch, i’m in your town, i’m in your town

[refrain]
on that good dope, ooh, on that good dope (good dope)
i just pulled up, i’m with them hitters, get your kids and lock your door
i just pulled up with that sh-t that make ’em choke, baow, baow
i just pulled up with that, he won’t talk no more, baow, baow

- youngboy never broke again

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