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letra de return of goldie - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
([?] beats)
check this, yeah
uh-huh, uh-uh
these b-tch ass n-ggas gon’ respect this

[chorus]
she say, “i see that you barely sleep
and i know you be up, protectin’ me”

[refrain]
uh, this ain’t no return of no makaveli, this goldie, b-tch
now, i’ma tell you i’ma mac for life, i f-ck over sh-t
if i’ma do it, then i’ma do it right, on some soldier sh-t
all black gnikes, shirt on my face, run out, i’m down to fold a b-tch

[verse 1]
n-gga, i’ll tell you, my momma first one put a bandana around my head
you n-ggas some hoes and p-ssy and couldn’t come ’round where i was raised at
me and 3three was burglarizing as a child, that’s how we played that
we ain’t have no friends, after the end, we breakin’ in they place, yeah
i’m with that sh-t, they all fake
go ask my momma, i don’t play
i shot that boy that same day
monique cleaned blood from off my js
want beef with me, best have some ks
bro sw-ng this drac’ across your face
i pop these pills to heal my pain
this sh-t so real that i’m insane
[chorus]
she say, “i see that you barely sleep
and i know you be up, protectin’ me”

[verse 2]
and it’s okay, ’cause i got guards inside the backyard
and the front yard, ‘case they play
b-tch, you gon’ die inside of this yard, we gon’ drag you to your grave
house arrest bracelet on my leg, well, b-tch, i still got me a k
when it go down, i’m gon’ run down right where it’s heat inside this place
and spray around at all you b-tch n-ggas
no, you can’t k!ll me, i got my children inside this b-tch with me
i’m too official, ain’t puttin’ my life in hands inside security
they just my cover-up, just for the time i f-ckin’ k!ll you, b-tch
i heard the streets watchin’, big knots in my pockets, f-ck with me
b-tch, i put this bag on top anybody
i heard the feds watchin’, think they got me, but can’t stop me
put them pills inside my body, movin’ with my groovy body

[bridge]
this sh-t f-cked up, that’s my girl and her family ain’t got no love
hold on, this sh-t f-cked up
this ain’t about her
that’s my family, my own family ain’t got no love
man, i’m f-cked up
[verse 3]
f-ck all these b-tches, f-ck all you hoes
i say, “i am a rich n-gga, i am so gone”
i say, “i know your love fake, so please leave me ‘lone”
i say, “i will have your back ’til you leave from ’round me”

[chorus]
’cause i say, “i see that you barely sleep
and i know you be up, protectin’ me”

[refrain]
uh, this ain’t no return of no makaveli, this goldie, b-tch
now, i’ma tell you i’ma mac for life, i f-ck over sh-t
if i’ma do it then i’ma do it right, on some soldier sh-t
all black gnikes, shirt on my face, run out, i’m down to fold a b-tch

[outro]
ain’t no return of no makaveli, this goldie, b-tch

- youngboy never broke again

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