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choppa city / meechy say* - youngboy never broke again lyrics

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[intro]
(mommy, india got them beats)
(i got hitman on the beat)
(who made this sh*t? taytay made the beat)

[chorus]
draco dirty hit me, it got a fifty (top, mm*mm)
b*tch, we sticked up, it’s chopper city, yeah (mm*mm)

[verse 1]
bend him off when that [?]
gang five, let’s go, okay
we don’t do the [?]
i say put the b*tch up in rotation
[?]
russian k, that’s [?]
we gon’ make the drop [?]
keep it real, they hate to see you make it
they [?] b*tch n*gga hating
b*tches been [?]
take off your mind, clean up what you thinking
[?]
murder four position, call it [?]
cold k!ller steppers [?]
[?]
[?] me about a case
bodies smoked by the block if it’s hard
[?] yard
[?]
[?] we bе ditching our cars
bad b*tches [?]
let it off, front row with that stick
bang out [?] with that rod
b*tch n*gga…
[chorus]
draco dirty hit me, it got a fifty (top, mm*mm)
b*tch, wе sticked up, it’s chopper city, yeah (mm*mm)

[verse 2]
…
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
the one to take a two, that’s what my cousin meechy say
but we could pull about five, i’m talking five, that’s just by either way
five million for my album, that’s an easy bank
said you need a thousand for that bezel, sh*t, what my n*gga jay beezy say?
n*gga, cop that
two hundred for my chain, them n*ggas gon’ watch that
told my youngin when he get that ‘vette them hoes gon’ jock that
n*gga, you a hot mess
lotta thousands laid on my chest, i’m talking no vest
public housing, we where the smoke at, i got it potent
talking millions, i had that maybach ‘fore i was four in
get that drank just for the relax, n*gga gotta pour a four in
one watch, that’s three bands
rob the jeweler still calling
crank the window, nothing but claws in
bullets burn, give you a wrong tan

[chorus]
draco dirty hit me, it got a fifty (top, mm*mm)
b*tch, we sticked up, it’s chopper city, yeah (mm*mm)
[verse 3]
(who made this sh*t? taytay made the beat)
clip full, driving fast, tryna move a whole thing (mm*mm)
(mommy, india got them beats)
(i got hitman on the beat)
b*tch n*gga steady tryna show stop, it’s a dirty game, he gon’ lose him brain (mm*mm)
…

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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