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letra de round table (top soprano) - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that’s probably tago)
(ayo, bans, what you cookin’?)
i’m up, way higher than life
i bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw
that’s right (hey, likdubb)
push your sh-t

[verse 1]
quarter-million in my backpack
montana, take this where the stash at
walkin’ in public, n-ggas muggin’, i just lap back
you could touch a scar on top my face, b-tch, you gettin’ blast at
top soprano, i am that
b-tch, i’m ai
motherf-ck the law, spin and let it off, make ’em draw the chalk every time they try
speakin’ for kamari, word to his paw, make ’em all fall when them bullets fly
murder for a while, feds on the line, i don’t wan’ talk, n-gga, just slide
bust ’em all up, yeah
leave a halo
we won’t forgive ’em
if they try, we make sure they all die
we stretch ’em all, let them k’s blow
even when we laid to rest, we still gon’ rise
and them ‘talics still gon’ fly
[chorus]
i’m up, way higher than life (ayy, i’m worth them m’s, millions of dollars, haha)
yeah, that’s right
livin’ life like some thugs, so we’ll never be right (i’ll put your p-ssy-ass up, n-gga)
it’s my name for his life
as we come out the womb, placed on the corner (mm-yeah)
post on the block, strapped, with them glocks, police swerve on us
fifty-round-mop, thirty-round-chop’, n-ggas won’t harm us
while i’m headin’ home, b-tch tried to stop me, get his dome bust

[verse 2]
live my life on some you or me sh-t
we be thuggin’ on that three sh-t
same n-gga that you sleep with be the n-gga you gon’ beef with
we all be up on some g sh-t
n-gga choose who you gon’ eat with
when you pick, that’s that, you can’t switch
y’all all gon’ die, you dumb-b-tch
my lil’ n-gga james harden, who i be spinnin’ with
he spin and double back again just for to step on sh-t
i’m screamin’, “murder,” ’bout lil dave banks, know he feel that sh-t
boomer, this n-gga keep tellin’ me to call him for to talk on sh-t, man, suck my d-ck (bah)

[chorus]
i’m up, way higher than life (ayy, i’m worth them m’s, millions of dollars, haha)
yeah, that’s right
livin’ life like some thugs, so we’ll never be right (i’ll put your p-ssy-ass up, n-gga)
it’s my name for his life
as we come out the womb, placed on the corner (mm-yeah)
post on the block, strapped, with them glocks, police swerve on us
fifty-round-mop, thirty-round-chop’, n-ggas won’t harm us
while i’m headin’ home, b-tch tried to stop me, get his dome bust

- youngboy never broke again

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