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how i live (prayers) - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
uh
yeah, top, baow, n*gga
what
mm*mm*mmm
i get to stepping on sh*t
mm*mm*mm*mm*mm*mm*mmmm

[chorus]
i got your back, hold on get back
plat plat plat plat, success that (yeah)
i’m on your ass
you gon get whacked
i want you smashed, i bet that
i say my prayers ain’t been answered
i’ll hold a b*tch for ransom (lil top n*gga)
i’ll put your p*ssy ass on the news (yeah, b*tch)

[verse 1]
i’m talking out from out your shoes b*tch
get blues’d b*tch
i c*ck it, boom
i’m making toons
i bet i’ll make you move b*tch
i come equipped, check out this drac, this b*tch here got a cool kit
play with my name
i let it bang
this b*tch here got a [?] kick
check out that tyler, i got him wildin’
all he know is shoot sh*t
put taaka vodka in my bottle, n*gga that boost the boot with
i came through swervin’ in that ‘burban, playing all my new sh*t
i was getting dirty, screaming murdеr talking with my new b*tch
this sh*t ain’t for kids
hold on
[bridge]
jingle bell, jinglе bell
who gon die today?
ha ha ha ha
my 5’s come ain’t n0body safe
take your face off with my k
it’s 4ktrey

[verse 2]
on some big wheels with big steel
come f*ck with me n*gga
lil b*tch it been real, get ya clique k!lled
i’m still with it n*gga
they don’t care how i feel
i’m too trill
i’m hilfigin’ n*gga
big house on top the hill, how i live?
like a f*cking gravedigger
you get caught up in that car, whoever in get slayed with you, yeah
f*ck ’round and get dead boy
hit all in your head boy
i go too hard me and my squad get put in fed cars, boom
then we hit all in your dreads ’bout what you said boy, ooh
mama i see that ain’t no love for me it’s up with me don’t come for me
oh you think that you could f*ck with me
get rolled on, now go to sleep
go to far, can’t find no peace
we gone tie your mama up, you b*tch, until you come to me
demon seed, it’s done with me, yeah
them goblins run down now they aiming at your head
b*tch what you said
ratchet ass n*gga, i ain’t have a wife i don’t need a bed, yeah, yeah
b*tch wanna play imma have dej whoop her head
send the police up to my place
by the next day yo daddy dead, mm,mm
60 million, i want that money i’m on they ass, b*tch, mm
they talk that sh*t, i ain’t never been tried inside the parish
loose lipping with that b*tch, she come and tell me like a parrot
i’ll tear the extension out her wig
she do one thing, know i’m gone flash
it’s a trap, they be trapped out together, competition with that paper
me and b bang out together, he the only one could save you
say it with your chest, this p*ssy n*gga playing under the table
better come correct, you know i’m known to send you to your maker
no matter how rich i get i’m nawfside n*gga
i’m a jiggalator
i’m a rapper slayer
gone get ’em now or later
sh*t what it is, i ain’t got no chill
i’m on them bars like they now and laters
run down when i creep on them i bust, he get annihilated
[chorus]
i got your back, hold on get back
plat plat plat plat, success that (yeah)
i’m on your ass
you gon get whacked
i want you smashed, i bet that
i say my prayers ain’t been answered
i’ll hold a b*tch for ransom (lil top n*gga)
i’ll put your p*ssy ass on the news (yeah, b*tch)

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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