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letra de what can you say - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
(yung lan on the track)
say i ain’t lying, ayy, b-tch i done found a love for you in my heart
it ain’t stronger then my brother’s though
but when it comes to this b-tch, we gon’ go hard every time
on my soul

[chorus]
what can you say about a n-gga habit stronger than his grind, yeah, yeah
put it in order, i go harder, i swear every single time yeah, yeah
q complexion, whipin’ dope, if i down one, i gotta stretch it
let my smokers test out one, aroma met my dogs in heaven
luca brasi, yeah, marcellus, i don’t conversate with kevin
i just threw my youngin’ money and he still ridin’, steppin’
[verse 1]
you can’t comprehend my words, but these bullets, bet he catch it
i just gave my girl my charm and put diamonds in my patty
had to take it, b-tch it’s dumb, ain’t n0body f-ckin’ let me
still thuggin’ bare arms i’m eighteen and a felon
brand new whip with racing seats, i hop up in it, i’ma rev it
it ain’t hard for you to see, a nawfside baby, i’ma rep it
remember when i was eleven, i was waiting on my time
doing drugs like an addict, but was strong on my grind
juvenile in the parish, i was walkin’ on that line
feignin’ for it, i gotta have it
’bout time these b-tches see me shine

[verse 2]
young n-gga really slump sh-t, bet you ain’t who you run with
straight up out that pool pit, ever seen that drum hit?
man, ain’t gon’ stop him, that slum sh-t
that choppa, that bitty bum sh-t
that end zone, they catch him, they punt sh-t
real hitta, you know who i run with
all well, i’m paying my homage
people, they wishin’ they hung me
what do you think about bum sh-t?
these n-ggas ain’t focused on money
got a stick in the car, hold a hunnit
up it and shoot where yo’ dome at
think my n-gga tryna snake me
i sent a hunnit bands right where yo’ home at
long hair, but i comb it, obviously, you not my homie
d-mn, i know that it’s right but i feel like it’s wrong, yeah
[chorus]
what can you say about a n-gga habit stronger than his grind, yeah, yeah
put it in order, i go harder, i swear every single time yeah, yeah
q complexion, whipin’ dope, if i down one, i gotta stretch it
let my smokers test out one, aroma met my dogs in heaven
luca brasi, yeah, marcellus, i don’t conversate with kevin (nah)
i just threw my youngin’ money and he still ridin’, steppin’ (ridin’, steppin’, yeah, yeah)

- youngboy never broke again

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