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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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Huh Ayy, RIP Hamp nigga You know you what it is, I'ma real 38 Baby You hear me? What y'all want? Believe that The preacher told him slow down, his mama said the same He never knew that it was gon' turn out this way Demon's eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugs He got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grain Bitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems? We solve them with them choppas, better be careful whatchu' sayin' If they don't call the laws, who gon' stop us? We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mans I'ma tell you like this, bitch, how I'm supposed to, now my bros want to show you Huh, you made a song now, what's that's gon' do? How would you feel if a nigga tried to ho you? I'ma tell you what I'm gon' do, I'ma put this pistol on you, leave you stretched how they was 'posed to You mouthing like them hoes do, I bust your dome Niggas wicked on that fuck shit, you gon' get it, boy I wrong niggas I'm the sickest, he want smoke? I kill the business, make it known, nigga Put your ass to rest outside this fuckin' club like it's your home nigga Facts, you act bad, we on your ass, we get you gone, nigga Slatt, I say "blat," they blow the strap, you hit the ground nigga Hold on now (Brr, boom, bow, boom, boom) makin' sounds nigga Try and everybody die in the streets, ain't no wrong nigga The preacher told him slow down, his mama said the same He never knew that it was gon' turn out this way Demon's eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugs He got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grain Bitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems? We solve them with them choppas, better be careful whatchu' sayin' If they don't call the laws, who gon' stop us? We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mans Ain't no talkin' back to back, bitch I'ma show you And I can put this on Boo, we gon wet up every block you try to run to Them choppas get to clappin' when we come through I'ma do some shit that Dump do We gon' shoot up the whole car and pray we slumped you Run down with the strap and knock off his cap, they know it's murder You claim you a gangster, then catch a body what you worth for Zip up everybody, that's what we hollerin', "It's a purge," for They stepped on my nigga, that's what the fuck we been encouraged for The preacher told him slow down, his mama said the same He never knew that it was gon' turn out this way Demon's eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugs He got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grain Bitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems? We starve them with them choppas, better be careful whatchu' sayin' If they don't call the laws, who gon' stop us? We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mans If they don't call the laws, who gon' stop us? We send shit to the doctor, ohh yeah You know whatchu' sayin? Don Dadda Kill you and your mans Huh?
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