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letra de we gon’ step (step harder) - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
(dubba-aa flexin’)
look, look

[verse]
he gon’ do somethin’ bad and i’ma flash, we gon’ on them [?]
we turn up bad, get on his ass, soon as he come in this b-tch
we make our way out to the truck, i brought that drum to this b-tch
i’m out my top, i’m goin’ dumb
now where you from in this b-tch?
(this is the sound)
dragged that hoe up out the club, stomp ’em
hit ‘em with them slugs, crash if a n-gga mug
i’m from where they show no love
glock with extension like a plug
stomp ’em, make ’em get to f-ck
buss it, leave a n-gga stuck
don’t give a f-ck when it be up
that tool long, whoop a b-tch soon as he move wrong
red rum, that’s my theme song, draco with a bеam on
lil’ shawty say i calmed down, b-tch, everything you think wrong
rеvolver lay a n-gga down, the sh-lls from the scene gone
you get the picture, everybody strapped with a pistol
we too official, screamin’ “murder”, we gon’ step on a n-gga
long ass extension, say he with it, we gon’ burn us a n-gga
three hundred shots, we shoot for hours, we won’t run from no n-gga
now look here, buss this b-tch and leave him stretched
murder, we gon’ stand on that
point ’em, where them k!llers at? you know where the f-ck i’m at
he want smoke? we handle that
we be where the cancer at
my pocket where the hammer at, we pull up where yo’ mammy at
spin in the whip and we gon’ bust this b-tch until they gang gone
f-ck what you hollarin’, b-tch and i ain’t stoppin’ ’till yo’ brain gone
‘posed to be my n-gga but tellin’ me that my chain gone
call it even, montana the reason that you ain’t gone
i heard they talkin’ about steppin’ on me
b-tch, you get clapped, you know i’m strapped
you know i stay in the streets
and may the lord be with this n-gga if he run up on me
word to god, i keep that rod and f-ck that boy, he deceased
you know i tote somethin’, motherf-ck that talkin’, come and show somethin’
blow somethin’, b-tch stop all that reppin’, you ain’t smoke nothin’
let ’em hold soemthin’, talkin’ like he wit’ it, we gon’ roll some’
and uh, n-gga know we on some’, watch how quick we fold some’

- youngboy never broke again

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