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cook dope - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
(berge always flexin’)

[chorus]
ohh, b*tch cook dope, they ain’t see me, jumpin’ out that amg with
hol’ up told em’ b*tch cook dope, b*tch whip 36 for me whole d*mn brick do a split for me
imma make the hoe cook dope, i told them know i [?]
got my n*gga wrist on froze a young n*gga (haha, come on)
just one show they pay me d*mn near 1 million, when i walk in, imma have my gun with me

[verse 1]
i buy that hoe michael kors, fendi purse, michael jordan, see they don’t like to see me stuntin’, i pull up and i act r*t*rded
i got all these diamonds on me, big money, keep it comin’
don’t know how i got all this money, f*ck n*gga i ain’t goin’ broke for nothing
had foreign’s since i was 16, and i put them gunnas on ya, and i always tell my hoe if she don’t shine i won’t pop out for nothin’
always tell my bro 100,000 imma keep him goin’

hit the gas my ears ruin, b*tch my wife just wait her turn
make it stick we do that lightly, [?]
wake up breakin’ bag [?]
i came up straight out the slums, i told shine don’t put sh*t on here, if it ain’t a one of one, [?] grandma baby, thought papa hated his grandson
i know how to take, break, and make it shake, and do it right like dynamite, [?] will he get my pockets right
i was down and on my d*ck, i prayed like every night, i get it right

[chorus]
b*tch cook dope, they ain’t see me, jumpin’ out that amg with k and
hol’ up told em’ b*tch cook dope, b*tch whip 36 for me whole d*mn brick do a split for me
imma make the hoe cook dope, i told them know i [?]
got my n*gga wrist on froze a young n*gga (come on now, come on)
just one show they pay me d*mn near 1 million, when i walk in, imma have my gun with me
[verse 2]
hol’ up i pull up leaning, swerving on these forgiatos
got your b*tch with me tryna fit and hit my styrofoam (skrt)
slow it down, now the b*tch ain’t takin it slow
got the b*tch on dope, she ain’t complainin’ no more
got the b*tch on froze that’s my hoe hoe
make the b*tch feel good and treat the hoe so cold
take the b*tch from out the hood and change her life on the road, i don’t give no f*ck bout what she doin’ as long as i’m puttin’ this sh*t on (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
i told the b*tch cook dope, won’t be long for meechy baby probably walk through the door
i told the b*tch cook dope, and i knew not to let that money hit my bank account at all, since i was small

[chorus]
b*tch cook dope, they ain’t see me, jumpin’ out that amg with k and 3
hol’ up told em’ b*tch cook dope, b*tch whip 36 for me whole d*mn brick do a split for me
imma make the hoe cook dope, i told them know i [?]
got my n*gga wrist on froze a young n*gga (come on)
just one show they pay me d*mn near 1 million, when i walk in, imma have my gun with me

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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