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another episode - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
man down, mm, look
(play that back, lucent)
uh*uh*uh, mhm
that’s a dirty thirty, uh, hold up
that’s a dirty thirty, frrt, baow, baow
n*gga, that’s a— what that was, 5?
let it off, f*ck it
i don’t give a f*ck, just let it off, bang

[verse 1]
bro shot five times from the honda, p*ssy b*tch tried runnin’ (yeah)
hit him in his leg, soon as he drop, that’s when you walk down on him (baow)
hit him in his head, we skrrt off fast, now, slow down, bend the corner
‘nother episode, hit the lights ‘fore we pull up on ’em (yeah)

[refrain]
i just want the body (yeah), i won’t tell n0body (yeah)
i got plenty bodies (yeah), i like to rap about it (yeah, yeah)
i don’t give no f*ck about it, b*tch, i’ll shoot up your body (hold on)
baby, shake your body, i just wanna see you pop it

[verse 2]
i was f*cked up inside my hood as a young n*gga
neighbors ain’t want they children runnin’ with me ’cause i slump n*ggas
n*gga played with me at capital middle, what i did?
at the school dance, i had ddawg outside, bangin’ at ’em, tryna knock off all his wig
1500 block, e let shots up out the car, behind the kid
my mama told me, promise i’ll never k!ll a n*gga from my hood, once she found out i did
but i f*cked up ’cause i doubled back
i done smacked a p*ssy*ass n*gga ’bout that yappin’, he ain’t never been ’bout that
n*gga, this top
[chorus]
and i’m gon’ pull up, drop my top with my son and daughter in the car
with a thirty stick hangin’ out my glock, i’m screamin’, “b*tch, you don’t want war”
i throw my 5, i twist my fingers and watch my daughter throw that north
i’m raisin’ my son to be a hitter, my lil’ n*gga don’t ever f*ckin’ talk

[verse 3]
i make the police draw the chalk, ba zipped him, made him close his mouth
why you think the industry don’t like me? i knocked ’bout three of these b*tches off
n*gga, i step in 23s, i say, “i’m born to walk that walk”
i got a knife inside my bunk, no bond, i don’t know when i’m goin’ home
i’ma act, you pull a act off
b*tch talkin’ to this mac sound
you run, i’ma blow your back out
b*tch, i’m gon’ make you lay down
i’m finna go back to that north, right where the f*ck i was found
behind the tv at papa house, i left you a package, my dog, yeah
get your hustle on (hustle), trap it ’til the morning
me and my lil’ brother come walk ’em down (bust ’em), or i’ll do it on the muscle
switch out the plate in the back of the car while i’m smokin’ and holdin’ a drac’
‘fore i jump out the whip, i’ma pull my mask down
the whole world know my face, but i don’t stop and i don’t guess
soon as i pop out, i’m gon’ blitz
f*ck your body, my first body, boy, my mama made me get it
four years old with my bandana, i’m a gangster, i’m the sickest
where the n*gga who i k!lled? dead right now
was poppin’ pills with him and breakin’ and enterin’
[chorus]
and i’m gon’ pull up, drop my top with my son and daughter in the car
with a thirty stick hangin’ out my glock, i’m screamin’, “b*tch, you don’t want war”
i throw my 5, i twist my fingers and watch my daughter throw that north
i’m raisin’ my son to be a hitter, my lil’ n*gga don’t ever f*ckin’ talk
that’s kamikaze

[outro]
i just wanna see you move
i wan’ see you pop it (yeah)
baby, shake your body (yeah)
i just wanna see you move (yeah)
baby, shake your body (yeah)
i wan’ see you pop it (yeah)
huh, velveeta

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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