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letra de my address public - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
come on, hmm
come on, hmm
come on, mmm
come on, come on
lil top, n-gga (d-roc)

[verse 1]
woke up in the mornin’, smoke my newport like a camel, i need answers
i’m f-cked up and i been contemplatin’ ’bout blammin’ ’em and slammin’ ’em
tryna stick you out your cannon, b-tch, then lay you on a canvas
all this money layin’ ’round this b-tch, i’m long ways from sadly
i’m a savage like my daddy, i get active, yeah, you heard me
tote .223s in my 23s, b-tch make me pop out that ‘burban
p-ssy n-ggas wan’ swerve me, she heard about it, she worried
pull on side me, open fire, i’m tryna do a b-tch dirty

[chorus]
ooh, ballin’
who that is that’s callin’? tell ’em that i’m slime
say ooh, i’m stalkin’
tеll him that i’m on ’em, my address public
’cause i got a choppеr ’round this motherf-cker
i got my glock out, tryna blow at something
she was on my d-ck and you know i f-cked her
over a million dollars layin’ on the table
i got my cutter, n-gga
[verse 2]
yeah, b-tch, come and f-ck with me
two-four-seven gettin’ it, i been tryna make a way
i, i been grindin’, tryna make a livin’
baby girl, you the sickest, why you hidin’?
i fly you private, come f-ck with me, yeah
yeah, fly you to my city, yeah
salt lake, this my business, b-tch
pressed, why you up in it? yeah
i’m kentrell, yeah, you see me winnin’
i’m the one who split him when i got fresh out of prison
pour up on that keke, i’m yb, you know me
poured up off that codeine, i’m strapped, i’m movin’ slowly
i’m so f-ckin’ lonely, i been needin’ her for to hold me
but once i put it on her, she want money, get from ’round me
i’m a f-ckin’ gunner, still that same way that they found me
at the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin’ through my t–th
friends posted some years later, i’m happy who ain’t f-ck with me
and b-tch, you better not f-ck with me, you know i got this gun on me, hmm

[chorus]
ballin’
who that is that’s callin’? tell ’em that i’m slime
say ooh, i’m stalkin’
tell him that i’m on ’em, my address public
’cause i got a chopper ’round this motherf-cker
i got my glock out, tryna blow at something
she was on my d-ck and you know i f-cked her
over a million dollars layin’ on the table
i got my cutter, n-gga
[outro]
pour up on that keke, i’m yb, you know me
poured up off that codeine, i’m strapped, i’m movin’ slowly
i’m so f-ckin’ lonely, i been needin’ her for to hold me
but once i put it on her, she want money, get from ’round me
i’m a f-ckin’ gunner, still that same way that they found me
at the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin’ through my t–th
friends posted some years later, i’m happy who ain’t f-ck with me
and b-tch, you better not f-ck with me, you know i got this gun on me

- youngboy never broke again

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