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wtf - youngboy never broke again & nicki minaj lyrics

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[intro]
ayo, yetty, turn that sh*t up
ayy, dom

[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
who the f*ck these n*ggas is?
who the f*ck these b*tches?
huh, who the f*ck these people are?
tell ’em that we can’t kick it

[post*chorus: youngboy never broke again]
ho inside they jeans, i’m too real
i’m gon’ get a n*gga whacked behind these millions
tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do criss*cross
run me a million dollars up inside these raf simons
[verse 1: youngboy never broke again]
the f*ck they think they playin’ with? b*tch, i make millions
i been plannin’ on stackin’ bands ’til my ceilin’
thinkin’ ’bout my lil’ brother kendell, i start ventin’
need to call lil’ brothеr jay, he have bang outs with that glizzy
most thesе n*ggas claim 4ktrey ain’t even f*ckin’ with me
most these n*ggas gon’ die today, if they try, know they can’t get me
who the f*ck all these new faces around inside my business?
i don’t remember they face at all, they wasn’t with me in the trenches
i don’t remember them from my grandad house, i’m serious
they weren’t with me when i was hangin’ out that car, this ain’t realistic
ballerina, we spinned the whole car, somethin’ get spilled in it

[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
huh, i don’t know who the f*ck these n*ggas is
who the f*ck these b*tches?
huh, who the f*ck these people are?
go tell ’em that we can’t kick it

[post*chorus: youngboy never broke again & nicki minaj]
ho inside they jeans, i’m too real
i’ma get a n*gga whacked behind these millions
tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do criss*cross
run me a million dollars up inside these raf simons (ayy, yo)

[verse 2: nicki minaj]
cross youngboy, then you cross the queen (queen)
all them internet games turn boys to memes (memes)
keep sleepin’ on the team, we gon’ pause your dreams
they want action, tell my n*ggas, “cause a scene”
fully active, i keep my shooters in the gym, n*gga, practice (practice)
you b*tches know it could get sticky like a cactus (cactus)
i’m the one that they tread like tractors
and still can’t catch a break like fractures (like fractures)
i don’t f*ck with them, i’m too real
wanna be me, but just keep wishin’ (keep wishin’)
all up on the star how i pinky swear, no matter what, you ain’t winnin’ (ain’t winnin’)
[chorus: nicki minaj]
who the f*ck is these b*tches?
who the f*ck these n*ggas is?
who the f*ck these people are?
tell ’em that we can’t kick it

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