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letra de how i live (prayers) - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
uh
yeah, top, baow, n-gga
what
mm-mm-mmm
i get to stepping on sh-t
mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mmmm

[chorus]
i got your back, hold on get back
plat plat plat plat, success that (yeah)
i’m on your ass
you gon get whacked
i want you smashed, i bet that
i say my prayers ain’t been answered
i’ll hold a b-tch for ransom (lil top n-gga)
i’ll put your p-ssy ass on the news (yeah, b-tch)

[verse 1]
i’m talking out from out your shoes b-tch
get blues’d b-tch
i c-ck it, boom
i’m making toons
i bet i’ll make you move b-tch
i come equipped, check out this drac, this b-tch here got a cool kit
play with my name
i let it bang
this b-tch here got a [?] kick
check out that tyler, i got him wildin’
all he know is shoot sh-t
put taaka vodka in my bottle, n-gga that boost the boot with
i came through swervin’ in that ‘burban, playing all my new sh-t
i was getting dirty, screaming murdеr talking with my new b-tch
this sh-t ain’t for kids
hold on
[bridge]
jingle bell, jinglе bell
who gon die today?
ha ha ha ha
my 5’s come ain’t n0body safe
take your face off with my k
it’s 4ktrey

[verse 2]
on some big wheels with big steel
come f-ck with me n-gga
lil b-tch it been real, get ya clique k!lled
i’m still with it n-gga
they don’t care how i feel
i’m too trill
i’m hilfigin’ n-gga
big house on top the hill, how i live?
like a f-cking gravedigger
you get caught up in that car, whoever in get slayed with you, yeah
f-ck ’round and get dead boy
hit all in your head boy
i go too hard me and my squad get put in fed cars, boom
then we hit all in your dreads ’bout what you said boy, ooh
mama i see that ain’t no love for me it’s up with me don’t come for me
oh you think that you could f-ck with me
get rolled on, now go to sleep
go to far, can’t find no peace
we gone tie your mama up, you b-tch, until you come to me
demon seed, it’s done with me, yeah
them goblins run down now they aiming at your head
b-tch what you said
ratchet ass n-gga, i ain’t have a wife i don’t need a bed, yeah, yeah
b-tch wanna play imma have dej whoop her head
send the police up to my place
by the next day yo daddy dead, mm,mm
60 million, i want that money i’m on they ass, b-tch, mm
they talk that sh-t, i ain’t never been tried inside the parish
loose lipping with that b-tch, she come and tell me like a parrot
i’ll tear the extension out her wig
she do one thing, know i’m gone flash
it’s a trap, they be trapped out together, competition with that paper
me and b bang out together, he the only one could save you
say it with your chest, this p-ssy n-gga playing under the table
better come correct, you know i’m known to send you to your maker
no matter how rich i get i’m nawfside n-gga
i’m a jiggalator
i’m a rapper slayer
gone get ’em now or later
sh-t what it is, i ain’t got no chill
i’m on them bars like they now and laters
run down when i creep on them i bust, he get annihilated
[chorus]
i got your back, hold on get back
plat plat plat plat, success that (yeah)
i’m on your ass
you gon get whacked
i want you smashed, i bet that
i say my prayers ain’t been answered
i’ll hold a b-tch for ransom (lil top n-gga)
i’ll put your p-ssy ass on the news (yeah, b-tch)

- youngboy never broke again

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