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letra de i hate youngboy - youngboy never broke again

i hate youngboy lyrics
[intro]
say, 10
let’s hear this sh-t, rell (hah, hah)
horrid, run it up (lil top)
i don’t give a f-ck, man, look (n-gga, yeah)

[verse]
“youngboy, they gon’ k!ll you, you better stop dissin’ them”
tell them n-ggas, “f-ck ’em,” and they know that i ain’t scared of them (scared of them)
how you talkin’ sh-t when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem? (cousin, hah, hah)
quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain’t gon’ f-ck wit’ him
clean up on aisle o, youngin let that chop blow
ayy, my brother let that stick blow, n-gga know that’s my smoke (my smoke)
he called me a b-tch, that’s india, that be your ho (your ho)
posted with that stick like indians, they want my soul
post about it, b-tch, i got like thirty mill’, my mind gone
and i’m gon’ be rich inside my casket once my time gone
i’m bumpin’ wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home
why he drop that wack-ass song? p-ssy b-tch, you should’ve known (should’ve known)
my daddy tell me, “leave it ‘lone,” but i’m like, “man, f-ck them n-ggas”
used to f-ck with gucci ’til i seen he like them p-ssy n-ggas (b-tch)
momma know i’m ruthless, talkin’ stupid, make me bust a n-gga (bust it)
they know i’m on house arrest so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)
b-tch, i’ll k!ll you, then i take your whistle, god know i don’t like you n-ggas (yeah, yeah)
feds wanna lock a n-gga up ’cause he tote baby missiles
b-tch, don’t bring my baby momma up, she richer than your n-ggas (rich)
every n-gga did a feature with you, slime out to get ’em
set ’em up then point a n-gga, field goal, romo
know i keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don’t know (know)
baby with ’em, 4pf, four poles firin’
want me for to die? tell that p-ssy, “cross the line”
i ain’t got no f-ckin’ mind, tell ’em, “free baba,” that’s my evil twin (my twin)
youngin bouncin’ on his tippy-toes when he creepin’ in (creepin’ in)
he get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)
i be turnt up with my baby mommas, i ain’t got no f-ckin’ friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)
he got rolls, my mclaren, he got maybach and range rover (bow, bow)
he got bentley gt, redeye, it’s black coated (yeah)
slidin’ in a tesla, and he got that yay on
p-ssy n-gga dissin’ me, mad about his dead homie
n-gga, i’m a real blood, and i’m screamin’, “blatt”
i get free, they know where i’m at, i’m posted ‘cross that track (cross that)
starr don’t wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)
board the jet, you know i’m flyin’ off, i land, i’m smokin’ thrax
where you at? your security, they get bust at too (bust at too)
i don’t give no f-ck about this rap sh-t, i’ll bust at you (i’ll bust at you)
your daddy hit the feds, f-ck that n-gga, he a b-tch, too (he a b-tch)
tell him sit on side your cousin momma while that b-tch grieve too (hah, hah)
and that lil’ b-tch, she say, “4l,” huh? i say, “heads or tails, slime”
tell ’em, “k!ll youngboy,” all of y’all gon’ f-ckin’ fail, hah (woah)
let me check my mail, five, fifteen mills, just for the slime (woah)
stomp him in his f-ckin’ face, i left him with my nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)
free lil meechy off the line, n-ggas know i’m big slime (big slime)
win or lose, no draw, n-gga, them boys know i’m ’bout mine (’bout mine)
don’t know nothin’ but slang iron, ain’t respondin’ no more
i just wanna make the b-tch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)
you know where i stay, don’t let me find your home (don’t let me find you, f-ck you)
they don’t let me see my daughter from the time i’m on (b-tch, boom, boom)
hear that bl!cky sound, that’s the dada tone
feel like boosie don’t even like me, b-tch, don’t call my phone (f-ck you)
tell apple i said, “f-ck ’em,” they promote his song (say, 10, f-ck you)
they be hatin’ on tim and quando, they act like they wrong (f-ck you)
youtube streamers, they be d-ck-ridin’, don’t react no more (horrid, run it up, f-ck you)
you f-ck with them, don’t f-ck with me and that’s just how that go
when i release, this pure drop, that be pure dope
chinese kitty don’t wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)
momma told me for to take my ritalin and i said, “no”
sarah snyder always think i’m trippin’ ’cause i’m real slow
hold on, i ain’t even, i ain’t even rappin’, jason (hold on, hah, hah)
i’m really just, i’m really just lettin’ these n-ggas know it’s, “f-ck them”
you heard me? these b-tch-ass n-ggas act like they scared to die
youngboy, i been thuggin’, i been slime, i ain’t scared to die
i don’t f-ck with cc, but my oldest brother crip (crip)
i be on dc, dc, marvel, that be him (that be him)
i be on repeat, waitin’ on them just for to trip
f-ck the whole industry, they know, don’t try to get at him
[outro]
hah, yeah, it’s 4ktrey, nawfside, 38, n-gga, free ddawg
we put guns to the face, b-tch-ass n-gga, how you wanna do it?
you already know what i say, n-gga, who gon’ die today?
b-tch-ass n-gga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?
them b-tch-ass, man, these b-tch-ass n-ggas act like they don’t like youngboy
i guarantee you can’t say not one thing youngboy did to these hoe-ass n-ggas
these b-tch-ass n-ggas be hatin’, you heard me? i ain’t trippin’ these f-ck-ass n-ggas
these f-ck-ass n-ggas gon’ catch it, you heard me? they gon’ catch it
these gon’ catch everything a n-gga throw at them, believe that
you heard me? this slime sh-t, you hear me? big 5, you hear me?
we gon’ bang for life, n-gga, how you wanna do it, for? yeah
and i don’t f-ck with you n-ggas, believe that
(youngboy, they gon’ k!ll you, you better stop dissin’ them
tell them n-ggas, “f-ck ’em,” man, they know that i ain’t scared of them
how you talkin’ sh-t when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem?
quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain’t gon’ f-ck wit’ him)

- youngboy never broke again

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