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trouble (murda bizness 2) - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
aye turn that light off (any last words?)
hold on, yea yea yea
this top baby, yea yea yea
what it is, i’m from the north side
it’s a murder business!
boom, boom, boom, boom
that’s his mama coming outside seen him dead
hit all in the head, now she crying, f*ck her, gang
them p*ssy n*ggas talking sh*t i got that orchestrated hit
p*ssy n*gga why you wanna bang?
hah, this ain’t no ken on no beat
ain’t no ken on the streets
n*gga diss youngboy i have em’ creep, slime
these p*ssy ass n*ggas say you wan’ beef
anywhere you at b*tch you ain’t safe we up and bust ‘em with that heat

[chorus]
haahh, waahh
some n*ggas in trouble
i say god, when i catch your son, i’m standing over him aim straight in his face hit em with the cutter (where we hit that dude)
i hear a sound from the back, babyjoe go grab the strap
(oh they tryna, they probably tryna get us)
baby joe i got a mac and a .45 by the couch
these p*ssy ass n*ggas they ain’t finna, finna , finna, ain’t finna get us
[verse]
i want money on time like tennessee
bad b*tch way come from tennessee
im youngboy i be yb, f*ck with me b*tch f*ck with me
i keep that heat come play with me
shoot your ass all in your street
hold up meant to say it over
everywhere but under your feet

[bridge]
im a m*th* f*cking gangsta, i’m a m*th* f*cking gd
real gravedigger don’t play with me, you know that i’m bout beef
if i catch ya imma stretch ya n*gga, n*gga shouldn’t have said my name
two guns up that be that flame, n*gga know i g*ngb*ng

[chorus]
haahh, waahh
some n*ggas in trouble
i say god, when i catch your son, i’m standing over him aim straight in his face hit ‘em with the cutter

[verse 2]
i got them hitters waiting outside the house
he walk up, they gon walk him down
even though i want him dead, two shots mandatory to the head
boy i’m with that sh*t foreal, two weeks later burn up where you stay at
(let’s do it)
i been popping with the stylist, i don’t need one anyway
keep them choppers with them shottas, play one time you know we spray
play one time i shoot that drac (bah n*gga bah)
baby know that she ain’t hear me, but she say she want to stay with me i told her it’s way too late (way too late)
i ain’t doing it with these p*ssy ass n*ggas, i mix gucci with givenchy
i got wood grain in that maybach, p*ssy n*gga get with me
i got big stacks in every room, n*gga you can’t get this
i got big straps in every room, n*gga can’t get timmy
joe keep a rocket like eternal, so you might as well call him timmy
and i be phineas and ferb n*gga, ed edd n eddy
i’ve been planning on my mountains, stay the f*ck up out my head
since i been up here, i left like nine n*ggas dead (n*gga yeah thats on my grandma)

[chorus]
haahh, waahh
some n*ggas in trouble
i say god, when i catch your son, i’m standing over him aim straight in his face hit ‘em with the cutter

[outro]

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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