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letra de i heard - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
woah (k4producedit)
woah, woah, woah, woah (skeeo, this sh-t crazy, fool)
say, your homeboy, he a joker
ya heard me?
six in the mornin’ (free my brother)
i say, look, ayy, this lil top, n-gga (ya heard me?)
my team in the hood die ’bout me (you already know i get dirty)
look, look

[chorus]
look, i’m up at six in the mornin’
i told my b-tch, “pull up on me”
i heard them hitters, they on me
ma, i’m not sleepin’ for nothin’
creep up and run down on somethin’
i heard they say that they thuggin’
i heard they said i was p-ssy, i say, don’t try me for nothin’ (i heard)
i heard a p-ssy n-gga got hit up with that bl!ck, he couldn’t do sh-t, wasn’t with that sh-t (i heard)
i heard a n-gga got swerved on, he was with his b-tch, that ho got hit
i heard— last breath comin’ from that b-tch (i heard, i heard)

[verse]
i heard you don’t like me, i don’t like you neither, n-gga
how the f-ck you claim you wan’ fight me? b-tch, i’m a k!ller
all white tee, some nike slippers, and a pistol, i’m too realer
most nights five, i don’t even sleep behind my motherf-ckin’ n-gga
they been rappin’, i’ma zip ’em
put that on dave, take off his face
look in his eyes, how i was raised
i’m on frontline inside these days
yeah, b-tch, bang your gang ’cause i know i’m gon’ do the same
come sn-tch my chain, i’ll bust your brain
shoot up your whole funeral in vain, b-tch
mama, i weigh just like a hundred pounds, somehow i still been stayin’ strong
unhealthy in this sh-t, i been gettin’ wealthy in this sh-t
i got a wife, at night, she hold me down, but if my money up, then gone
i’m gon’ be back up in the north, i barely made it out that b-tch
i say, ooh, yeah, put sh-t on the news
drop sh-t with that chopstick, let the b-tch hit, go boom
they ain’t tell you i pop sh-t, tell ’em go watch the news
and i say, ooh, come on, huh, put sh-t on the news
dirty thirty, this my stick, pop sh-t, can’t move
b-tch, i’m pullin’ up with that mop stick, bullets flyin’ out the room
i have ’em swing back, they do sh-t dirty, can’t trust ’em, they keep me worried
cutthroat ’em, they all deserve it, i say, f-ck ’em, i say, f-ck ’em
i see them plottin’, they throw, i curve it
i just sit back, watch, i observe it
i, i see these b-tch n-ggas, they claimin’ that they love me
i held it down from top to bottom
these hoes be laughin’ at my trauma
i say, i got serious problems, i say, i wan’ k!ll somebody, b-tch
snaked by ones i love and it’s f-cked up, but ain’t your problem
look, i barely trust my mama, i say, i ain’t got n0body, b-tch
f-ck you, n-gga, i’ll k!ll you once and wish i could twice
tell ’em close they f-ckin’ mouth, they don’t know sh-t about my life
but a n-gga that i murked or a ho i did wrong or right
n-gga, i’m rich, so suck my d-ck, i don’t give a f-ck about no stripes
[chorus]
look, i’m up at six in the mornin’
i told my b-tch, “pull up on me”
i heard them hitters, they on me
ma, i’m not sleepin’ for nothin’
creep up and run down on somethin’
i heard they say that they thuggin’
i heard they said i was p-ssy, i say, don’t try me for nothin’ (i heard)
i heard a p-ssy n-gga got hit up with that bl!ck, he couldn’t do sh-t, wasn’t with that sh-t (i heard)
i heard a n-gga got swerved on, he was with his b-tch, that ho got hit
i heard— last breath comin’ from that b-tch (i heard, i heard)

[outro]
(k4producedit)

- youngboy never broke again

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