letra de myself pt. 2 - youngboy never broke again
[intro]
(henry, you ate this one)
[pre-chorus]
oh, i’m him, ayy
put them youngins on his ass, he gon’ get murdered when they see him
you ain’t heard? b-tch, we get active, nothin’ but smackers over here
i got verses, bro got doja, nothin’ but trappers up in here
[chorus]
b-tch, i came in myself, why not be myself?
i can’t stand it myself, right now, i’m not myself
i talk with that bop, but i’m tryna watch my step
i cut up in that b-tch with my ten standin’ right there
i came with that sh-t, shorty, she wanna get f-cked up
and i wanna hit her, i wanna bend her now
my mama told me get back, i’m in this b-tch buggin’
get it catch or get it shot
hold up, b-tch, i can’t now, yeah
[verse]
ayy, this slimeto, what you on, 5? (yeah)
you already know i draw lines, anybody gon’ die if they try (yeah)
who the f-ck are these n-ggas? i’m with 8, dog
they ain’t on what i’m on (yeah)
i’m talkin’ ’bout every day, we gon’ keep this sh-t over one million, look
who gon’ die today?
spin and bend and murder witness
spin and get a benz, bentley, shorty get it independent
bad b-tch, big titties, fat ass, get up with me
young n-gga, i’m in this b-tch, northside, dumb sh-t
i can make ’em roll soon as that drum hit
stupid dumb b-tch, we slump sh-t, f-ck who they run with
it ain’t safe inside the road, i’m in a section they can’t come in
revolvers rusty, flush him up in public, catch him fumblin’
and i been takin’ trips out on vacation with my wife out in jamaica
protect this paper with this laser, if you fakin’, i’m gon’ waste you
i’m not in this b-tch to kick it, makin’ deals under the table
for that three million, i just triple-crossed ’em, b-tch, it’s f-ck a hater
ain’t no way it ain’t gon’ stick ’cause i just watched vaughn make it lock
i’m in the streets, she like my life sh-t, with the glock, i make it pop
and lil’ baby, i just wanna hold her, uh
and lil’ baby, she just want a soldier, uh
[chorus]
b-tch, i came in myself, why not be myself?
i can’t stand it myself, right now, i’m not myself
i talk with that bop, but i’m tryna watch my step
i cut up in that b-tch with my ten standin’ right there
i came with that sh-t, shorty, she wanna get f-cked up
and i wanna hit her, i wanna bend her now
my mama told me get back, i’m in this b-tch, buggin’
get it catch or get it shot
hold up, b-tch, i can’t now, yeah
[outro]
huh
hmm, yeah
hmm, yeah
hmm, yeah
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