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letra de r.i.p. lil dave - youngboy never broke again

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[intro]
(dubba-aa flexin’)
(mm, ceddy bo on the track)

[verse 1]
look, look
my uncle died from hitting a l!ck, got shot up in his head
dave got hit up by a choppa, right above his leg
i crack coby in his sh-t, from what the f-ck he said
you get into it with your b-tch, she show them where you stay at
i come from posted ‘front the corner store
i’m out that north, where n-ggas snorting, beefing over hoes
i heard a n-gga say that they want smoke
my n-ggas pull up on your block and hop out with them poles
everybody fall when a n-gga hear that k sound
b-tch, don’t move, the f-ck n-gga? it’s a shake down
38 baby, n-gga know we don’t play ’round
shoot ’em in his face if that boy ever play wrong
weed by the pound, with a wholе ‘lotta heroine
32 shots if a n-gga evеr run down
everybody with it, swear to god, we don’t stand down
up with the tec, everybody gon’ lay down
[bridge]
ran up that money, now i’m stuntin’ everyday
you disrespect, and we gon’ put you in yo’ place
come out on top, b-tch, we can do it any way
i’m screaming “gang” ’til they put me in a grave
find where you at the same day we ride on you
watch who on side you, no, they ain’t gon’ die for you
’cause once we want you, n-gga, ain’t no help for you
we catch you slipping, ain’t no question, step on you

[pre-chorus]
what the f-ck wrong with these bumboclaat n-ggas
navy seal, top shotta’, we gon’ ride, n-gga
don’t know informants, testify and you gon’ die n-gga
don’t trust n0body, put my trust up in my fye, n-gga

[chorus]
get out yo’ body, we gon’ shoot you in yo’ face
say you want beef, and we gon’ watch you fade away
the only strap around my shoulder is that k
say you gon’ k!ll me? i respond with okay

[verse 2]
ima’ jump out the whip, ima’ hit ’em up
when i draw down, hit his whole clique up
when he call, n-gga, i don’t never pick up
can’t come around us, if i don’t trust him
he ain’t with us, then n-gga, f-ck him
i don’t play, real quick i’ll zip him
in the car, it’s just me and cee bo ‘nem
in the van, that’s babyjoe ‘nem
[pre-chorus]
(brrrr-a-caca)
what the f-ck wrong with these bumboclaat n-ggas
navy seal, top shotta’, we gon’ ride, n-gga
don’t know informants, testify and you gon’ die n-gga
don’t trust n0body, put my trust up in my fye, n-gga

[chorus]
get out yo’ body, we gon’ shoot you in yo’ face
say you want beef, and we gon’ watch you fade away
the only strap around my shoulder is that k
say you gon’ k!ll me? i respond with okay

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