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letra de impact - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
yeah
(dubba-aa flexin’)
grah-da-da-da
(ceddy bo on the track)
oh, yeah, grah-da-da-da
(this is the sound)

[verse]
we k!ll ‘em all when we ride (k!ll ‘em all when we ride)
thug alibi till i die (alibi till i die)
by any means in gon’ survive (by any means i’m gon’ survive)
we tore them choppas when we slide
look, you get caught slippin’, then get kilit
that’s how it’s ‘sposed to be, n-gga
spoke on my momma, i ain’t wan’ talk, i end up k!llin’ a n-gga
you just don’t know i’m full of pain, but they ain’t feelin’ me n-gga
i ain’t no hoe, that’s on my son, it ain’t no tip in me, n-gga
say you want smoke, b-tch, i’m ‘bout it
we hit yo’ block, we ain’t stoppin’
all of my n-ggas ‘bout drama, if it’s a problem, wе poppin’
shot in his head with a .40, dave got hit with a choppa
that n-gga diss me, now hе six feet
give a f-ck what they [?]
my grandma dead, my uncle dead, so half my family, they gone
i’ll never let you step on me, so i’ma spin right around
so when i catch you, i’ma stretch you since you thuggin’ on songs
and i don’t wanna hurt n0body, please, leave me alone
that impact from that choppa spittin’, end up bustin yo’ dome
i say my prayers and tote my fire, everyday i ride ‘round
i went to trial, head high, ready for the lay down
but now it’s time to make it right, since i’m headed back home
and i, got a plan for n-ggas plottin’ on me
and i, i keep a gun, it ain’t no steppin’ on me
and i, drop that bag when they say they want beef
i pray to lord my soul to keep, we puttin’ you b-tches to sleep, yeah
i sip the lean while all my n-ggas around me smokin’ on gonja
i catch a body, tell n0body, keep that sh-t on the under
got fifty shots up in this .40, choppa hold a whole hunnit
and once i shoot, i ain’t gon’ miss, it ain’t no sense up in runnin’
he got a pipe long, get hit with this spider
it go ba-ra-ta, when i shoot that choppa
i’m screamin’ “long range” ridin’ round with that rifle
keep that tool, boy, rude boy, top shotta
strapped up with that tech, he bet’ not flex, i got it on me
shoot above his neck, he disrespect, don’t run up on me
body full of stress, i’m goin’ through it by my lonely
screaming out “who next?” while you n-ggas won’t get no sleep
got me like oh, won’t sell my soul, hold my own
i’ma die, yeah i know
got me like oh, they gon’ remember who apply pressure when i’m gone, woah
[outro]
big money, big money, who wan’ f-ck with us?
all you b-tches
all you b-tches
bang

- youngboy never broke again

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