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letra de shotta soul - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
(d-mn, ayo drum, play that b-tch back)
oh d-mn, let me tell you n-ggas ’bout most of the—
most of the sh-t, and i say
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[verse 1]
had some problems, but, that’s what made me who i am today (today)
they was tearin’ me down, i ain’t never break (i ain’t never break)
interrogation, i ain’t never say
n-gga got hit up with that drac’ (shh, pow, pow)
i’m from the ‘hood, you break the rules, you got to pay (you got to pay)
i done made it on my own, say, “amen” (amen, amen)
i’m protected everywhere i go (mhm)
free my brothers in the sprinter van
[?] from the store
now, a young n-gga got hеlla bands
bands, i’m so hot, i won’t never lack
[chorus]
i ain’t graduate at all, but, you got a nеw house, so, i see, grandpa (okay)
[?] ‘fore i leave that nawf, i done made it too hot, i done knocked some off (that’s a fact)
huh, did so bad, i ain’t think she come back
but, she still around puttin’ up with my ass
eyes lookin’ at kelly, i was lookin’ at birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag
put her ass on that
if i cop one, i’ll buy mom’s support (woah)
love her, still left her stranded, that’s a shotter soul (oh)
i don’t talk no planet
ride me like a rodeo (oh)
woah

[verse 2]
i know that you see i’m worse than before (oh-oh)
but, if you mine, you’ll stay on my side
don’t tell a n-gga that can’t take mine
got to make more money than i had before, oh
but, he don’t value what you mean, now, i know
now, you got to tell a n-gga your time gone
my sons gone, my mind gone, they thinkin’ that (they thinkin’ that)
young n-gga rick like richy
rich like rich the kid, i pay the bills
i pay my mama bills, my lawyer fees
for a burner, i’ll probably sell the house
he say, “murder fees,” don’t bring ’em me
know i play for keeps, i knock some off (i knock some off)
black range truck, pull up sport, take off (skrrt, skrrt, let’s go)
better not tell me sh-t, i’m inside my house
told a b-tch she better watch her mouth (watch)
you know i’m a gangster
you know it ain’t long ’til the day that they say i’ma die (die)
not a child, i don’t cry
just make sure i’m focused, i’m rollin’ with sticks in the ride (sticks in the ride)
and make sure i stack up my ms for my child
you know that i ran up my ms for them kids (them racks)
i ain’t seen my daughter or son in over a year and still don’t know what i did (what i did)
play games, n-gga, i set the bait
may as well ride my tec to [?]
if i got ’em, make sure i [?], on my kids
lord know i grew up to [?]
[chorus]
i ain’t graduate at all, but, you got a new house, so, i see, grandpa (okay)
[?] ‘fore i leave that nawf, i done made it too hot, i done knocked some off (that’s a fact)
huh, did so bad, i ain’t think she come back
but, she still around puttin’ up with my ass
eyes lookin’ at kelly, i was lookin’ at birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag
put her ass on that
if i cop one, i’ll buy mom’s support (woah)
love her, still left her stranded, that’s a shotter soul (oh)
i don’t talk no planet
ride me like a rodeo (oh, rodeo)
woah

- youngboy never broke again

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