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38 baby 2 - youngboy never broke again lyrics

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i know you lil b*tches want me dead
that lil n*gga ??? ??? ??? (gangstarrrr)
you know i keep one in da head
but we gon’ pull up like the feds, yeah

i heard you lil b*tches want me dead
it ain’t on discussion
yo know if i’m questionin’
i gotta get one in da head
if a n*gga play wit me
then we gotta get ‘em
or we gon pull up like the fed
b*tch, i keep a glizzy
you know i ain’t slippin’
i know these n*ggas want me dead
oh yeah yeah (hey)
that’s all i know (all i know)
i’m focused on money, i just want da money
i don’t give a d*mn bout a ho
these n*ggas be frontin like thеy gettin’ money
but i know they pockеts be broke
i call up da youngin’, he totin’ a hunnid
you know dat murder she wrote

if a n*gga want war you know i don’t play
???? ???? ????? ?????
???? ????? ????? ????
hand on tha glock wit my eyes on da drac
i go to war wit all you lil n*ggas
i go to war wit all you lil b*tches
head first we gon’ tread the whole city
ten toes, i don’t care where you be at
before i go broke, imma need dat
if a n*gga want smoke, imma squeeze dat
this on my name & my city
imma swerve on yo block where ya be at
put the 22 glock where yo knees at
i don’t do the fake loyal, you can keep dat
and it really f*cked up if i see dat
tell dat ho she can leave, i don’t need dat
n*gga, act like you afraid to talk down yo name
we leave dat sh*t to the ho
if tha sh*t ain’t directed, then he ain’t respected
n*ggas need this on the low
got like 32 shots in this muhfucin’ glock & erry bullet gotta go
b*tch you know i don’t lack it
you know dat i’m packin’
you know that i’ll never fold
oh yeah
ayyy ayyy (ayyy)
ayyy ayyy (ayyy)
got like 32 shots in this muhf*ckin’ glock & erry bullet gotta go
ayyy ayyy (ayyy)
ayyy ayyy (ayyy)
b*tch you know i don’t lack it
you know dat i’m packin’
you know that i’ll never fold

i heard you lil b*tches want me dead
it ain’t on discussion
yo know if i’m questionin’
i gotta get one in da head
if a n*gga play wit me
then we gotta get ‘em
or we gon pull up like the fed
b*tch, i keep a glizzy
you know i ain’t slippin’
i know these n*ggas want me dead
oh yeah yeah (hey)
that’s all i know (all i know)
i’m focused on money, i just want da money
i don’t give a d*mn bout a ho
these n*ggas be frontin like they gettin’ money
but i know they pockets be broke
i call up da youngin’, he totin’ a hunnid
you know dat murder she wrote
a n*gga gon’ rob who? take what?
he gon’ get sn*tched up, taped up
my whole team’s strapped, draced up
you don’t wanna smoke dis, a laced blunt
and if i smash this, face up
pullin on her hair for a couple of ???? ????
man, why buy the b*tch, when i can take her?
i don’t even want her, ????? ???? ????
???? n*ggas ???? bout these hoes
if she find something better, she gone
that why i’d rather take me a ????
everyday when i work 24
dump the pack & go f*ck off the back end
call the plug & you know that i’m back in
catch that b*tch from the back & im back in
i’ve been gone for a minute, i’m back in
i could run up & check, stomp on they neck
they know a young n*gga flex
don’t you hop in the water tryna be a shark when you know you really a fish
i just ordered some gucci & that’s how i’m steppin’
when i get to f*ck yo lil b*tch
only god can judge me
this sh*t can get ugly
and i got this sh*t ??????
i’ll have the soljas screaming’ “gang gang”
the whole gang wit me, we go bang bang
n*gga act dumb, we on da same thang
run around drugs & go bang bang
i’ll have the soljas screaming’ “gang gang”
the whole gang wit me, we go bang bang
n*gga act dumb, we on da same thang
run around drugs & go bang bang
yeah
i heard you lil b*tches want me dead
it ain’t on discussion
yo know if i’m questionin’
i gotta get one in da head
if a n*gga play wit me
then we gotta get ‘em
or we gon pull up like the fed
b*tch, i keep a glizzy
you know i ain’t slippin’
i know these n*ggas want me dead
oh yeah yeah (hey)
that’s all i know (all i know)
i’m focused on money, i just want da money
i don’t give a d*mn bout a ho
these n*ggas be frontin like they gettin’ money
but i know they pockets be broke
i call up da youngin’, he totin’ a hunnid
you know dat murder she wrote

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