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letra de handle one - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
(kponthebeat)
(jah, heat it up)

[chorus]
say it to a n-gga, “owe you somethin’?”
well, a n-gga owe me somethin’ too, and this what i’m gonna do
i’ma grab that chopper with that knife on front
i’m a nawfside n-gga, i can handle one (believe that, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
smoke somethin’ behind my n-gga, pull up and i blow my pistol
i k!ll a n-gga b-tch (boom, boom)
play games, watch, i zip you (yeah)
f-ck that talkin’, let’s do that (yeah)
i’m a pimp, b-tch, i’m— (yeah)
woah, slow down, your mama in here throwin’ all that ass
yeah, i’m in my bag, i’ll flash out
make a n-gga whoop yo’ ass and do you bad, you gon’ get dragged out
put a switch on back that .45, it’s a mac now
you p-ssy broke b-tch, know you might die in that ‘raq, huh
look, look, nighttime in the nawfside, i’m posted in the projects
all the pain i got to dissect, b-tch, i’ll k!ll you ’bout my profit
[pre-chorus]
if you ain’t slime, you ain’t one of my mine, b-tch, cross the line, we slangin’ iron
stay with that look in my eyes, b-tch, you gon’ respect my mind
tell a n-gga, f-ck him, then been waitin’ outside for that b-tch boy
rock out with choppers, no guitars, i’m gon’ go hard, i swear to god (yeah)
i miss my boy, i’m goin’ overboard, i tried succeedin’, b-tch, it’s hard (yeah)
pop one, then i’m gone to head, doped up, i’m on my plenty meds

[chorus]
say it to a n-gga, “owe you somethin’?”
well, a n-gga owe me somethin’ too, and this what i’m gonna do
i’ma grab that chopper with that knife on front
i’m a nawfside n-gga, i can handle one (believe that, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
out my mind (bow), out my top now
play, i shoot the f-ckin’ crowd, tell ’em, “clear it out, now”
i just popped a percocet, i’m foamin’ in my mouth now
i go buy z06 ‘vette, inside i got that carbon slime
she know it’s beef, that boy an opp, she f-ckin’ lyin’
hold on, truck-built b-tch (ah), b-tch, you better pick a side
believe me one them boys gon’ die
matter of time, i’ma dish-out fire (now, b-tch, bye)
i need a point three right now, n-gga

[pre-chorus]
if you ain’t slime, you ain’t one of my mine, b-tch, cross the line, we slangin’ iron
stay with that look in my eyes, b-tch, you gon’ respect my mind
tell a n-gga, f-ck him, then been waitin’ outside for that b-tch boy
rock out with choppers, no guitars, i’m gon’ go hard, i swear to god (yeah)
i miss my boy, i’m goin’ overboard, i tried succeedin’, b-tch, it’s hard (yeah)
pop one, then i’m gone to head, doped up, i’m on my plenty meds
[chorus]
say it to a n-gga, “owe you somethin’?”
well, a n-gga owe me somethin’ too, and this what i’m gonna do
i’ma grab that chopper with that knife on front
i’m a nawfside n-gga, i can handle one (believe that, yeah, yeah)

- youngboy never broke again

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