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letra de play with us - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
(juppy on the beat)
(d-roc)
woo

[chorus]
huh, who that is?
look, f-ck me good, then give that b-tch some bands and tell that b-tch shut up
run my hood, i call it home of land, come here and i put you up
outside like we some backyardigans, you ain’t gon’ f-ck with us
play with us, brrt, we leave a stain, don’t stop me
p-ssy boy don’t ever wanna see a madman rage
i don’t love too much, but dej just got that stick inside her name
stack that money up, stay fresh as f-ck, bring opps that major pain

[verse 1]
in the streets like some a’s, i’m committed
fours on the cutlass and bentley
hoes wanna suck me and l!ck me
give my grandfather a gravedigging pendant
redo my whites at the dentist
crack open the pint, then i sip it
what we drink nothin’ but that lean, no water, i’m way too, too serious
prices on my head, i get you dead, you talk accepting that
youngboy, i’m ai, soon as you die, i get right back to racks
fah, fah, p-ssy b-tch, that’s code red, i get right on your ass
matter fact, whoever dropped that sack, i’m talkin’ ’bout doubling that
get the drop, we do somethin’ bad, all them fives, i love they ass
come outside and then you smashed, or on the e-way, swerve your ass
let some shots from out the jag’, then exit once we tear it up
wet the back of they rental, then don’t stop shootin’ ’til we pass ’em up
steel go up for ddawg, tell ’em that’s my main man
go tell ’em i say, “free phat beezy out that chain gang”
young n-gga pop out that window and let your brain hang
they was playing games, it’s just resulted to a bl–dy man
[chorus]
huh, who that is?
look, f-ck me good, then give that b-tch some bands and tell that b-tch shut up
run my hood, i call it home of land, come here and i put you up
outside like we some backyardigans, you ain’t gon’ f-ck with us
play with us, brrt, we leave a stain, don’t stop me
p-ssy boy don’t ever wanna see a madman rage
i don’t love too much, but dej just got that stick inside her name
stack that money up, stay fresh as f-ck, bring opps that major pain

[verse 2]
brand-new lamborghini, i took that g-wagen, got it raised
i’m gon’ make you b-tches bleed and go six feet behind lil’ dave
on that mattress with that stain, i lay, whole life like a maze
we get active, ain’t no acting, man, your ho name put in vain
no matter what, i say my prayers, we was raised like that
38, 6, chippewa, we was made like that
inside the backyard, it be bricks, we had played like that
in northside, it’s cut through fences, get you sprayed like that
macho man, we get that money, macho man, drumming your gun, yeah
pull up, hop out, dump it, i just dump it, dump it, dump it
draw down, better not freeze up, f-cking dummy
hunt you down about that money
get you bust up, i go all out if my kids ain’t got no money
glock fit right with helmut lang, p-ssy, stay inside your lane
f-ck you and what you been sayin’, i’m a f-cking grown man
blow that strap, hit you, you’re done, dirty thirty knock out your brain
v12 motor blow the engine in the mulsanne, switching lanes
my lil’ b-tch ain’t never finished, she still ride me to this day
never leave me, if i need her, she gon’ sign her name on things
get the box, ship the shyne jewels, i’m a well-rounded man
i’m with meek, hangin’ with the youth, they tryna take a n-gga name
i’m gon’ take me a xan’ and percocet to keep from going insane
i’m gon’ splurge on me a b-tch all just because i could
crips and bloods in this b-tch, bad b-tch tryna give me hugs
you could mug in this b-tch and get your ass filled up with slugs
could be up late tryna see what the f-cking play is
tryna make some cake, tryna buy me a brand-new crib
remember my stomach ache, i’m hungry, i ain’t had sh-t for real
remember i shot that drac’ from the corner, i get that sh-t for real
[chorus]
huh, who that is?
look, f-ck me good, then give that b-tch some bands and tell that b-tch shut up
run my hood, i call it home of land, come here and i put you up
outside like we some backyardigans, you ain’t gon’ f-ck with us
play with us, brrt, we leave a stain, don’t stop me
p-ssy boy don’t ever wanna see a madman rage
i don’t love too much, but dej just got that stick inside her name
stack that money up, stay fresh as f-ck, bring opps that major pain

[outro]
what it is?
just ’cause i could, i don’t—
filled up with slugs
oh, oh, top

- youngboy never broke again

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