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letra de no fun - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
yeah, yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh, slime, blatt
(super earz)
(d-roc)
ayy, start off with my, uh, with that low voice

[chorus]
i been hustlin’ all day, i refuse to be a bum
i been like this since i was young
i keep spendin’ all my money, i ain’t knowin’ where it’s goin’
but sh-t, i’m knowin’ how it come
i thank the lord i’ma star, it’s hard to make it where i’m from
i done turned nothin’ into some’ (amen)
i think that i grew up too fast, i don’t ever have no fun
i tote that .40 with a drum
[verse 1]
yeah, i don’t speak on sh-t that saw
rewind back to the day i got off
von was f-ckin’ with [?], police was after me
i had to sleep on the couch (woah)
talk down on my name, i know what it’s ’bout
when they go to work, i’ma run in they house
sеllin’ that crack, never seen a drought
the way i grеw up, i can say it ain’t my fault
straight out the nawf, n-gga, know that i’m thuggin’
when i was young, used to f-ck on my cousin
breakin’ in houses, just me and my cousin (yeah)
wooden chain, now my pendant is flooded
missin’ breanna, she told me she love me
another n-gga found out she was f-ckin’
searchin’ for love, i used to be rushin’
won’t tell you it hurt, i’ma tell you it’s touchin’, yeah

[interlude]
i remember signin’ to gmg management, ya heard me?
fi bought me a sprinter van, i used to put four grams in a raw
ya heard me? man, i used to walk, man
sh-t, but now i ride through atlanta in a quarter million dollar car
ain’t no cap in that, slime

[chorus]
i been hustlin’ all day, i refuse to be a bum
i been like this since i was young
i keep spendin’ all my money, i ain’t knowin’ where it’s goin’
but sh-t, i’m knowin’ how it come
i thank the lord i’ma star, it’s hard to make it where i’m from
i done turned nothin’ into some’ (amen)
i think that i grew up too fast, i don’t ever have no fun
i tote that .40 with a drum (ayy)
[verse 2]
say that they love me, i know they don’t love me
hop out the foreign and hop in a bucket
hundred round clip, just me and my brothers
finna ride on some n-ggas that say that they thuggin’
baby momma drivin’, night time ridin’ through the bottom
doin’ drive-bys was urgent
pulled down my mask, she stop at the corner
before i could shoot, my n-ggas was bussin’
jumpin’ that fence, i was runnin’ from twelve
ray team, i was givin’ ’em h-ll
catchin’ a cell, i got apprehended, red infinity at taco bell
locked in that cell, was readin’ my mail
gave me a bond, released ‘fore twelve
say he want smoke, but don’t know who i am
hit that boy with that glock and i’m leavin’ ’em stale

[interlude 2]
code red though, don’t get me wrong, i was misguided at the time
i feel like, sh-t, if a n-gga say they want it, i want smoke with anybody
look, this my cousin, he dead though
and i regret from what i did, but at the same time
sh-t, you know what it is

- youngboy never broke again

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