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Ryder
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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Cut that off, shorty hold up he deadly You shouldn't play wit' em like that Playboy on this b*t*h, but he ain't playin' though You present me to your momma like a bad person Like you don't know a n***a hurtin' and all this sh*t ain't certain Like you ain't know we out here surfin', n***as out to murk me That's just a b*t*h, she ain't sh*t, I had to meet in person Slow down YoungBoy, she might tell the business for the opps The original Don Dada, who want problems with the ocks I be the first to approach the door with that choppa once he knock These n***as tryna take my spot these pussies run into that Glock You can tell whoever that you want, I won't stop They can't control mе, demons and reapers on mе These n***as never fold me, we up and let it pop Motherf**k your mammy, she don't concern with Lil Top Yeah, I been out my top, yeah, thuggin' out the bottle YoungBoy ain't got no mind, been like that since just a toddler He work 'em wit' that choppa, from down the street we spot 'em My brother throw them fours, I'm conversatin' wit' Li' Tyler Hold on, soon as you left she did not go, I got her I been droppin' bands and sharin' my soul, I'm a ryder Choppas talkin' loud for who want holler My youngins out here wylin', we all condone them problems I just put a drum in another gun, admit the b*t*h know how to run I'm tryna stretch another one, my brother he gon' step on some Silent when the police come, n***a actin' like they wanted some Pu**y just come specific with that tension, we won't run from nothin'
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