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danger - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
this for my n-gga whop bezzy
oh my f-cking god
i ain’t gon’ waste no time on this b-tch
gitt fai on the way

[chorus]
hop out with that cutter, let it bang and knock yo’ leg off (bang)
shoot your gun at me and, b-tch, i bet we have a stand off (b-tch)
screaming “f-ck the judge” until them b-tches let my mans out
everybody wanna be the same but i’ma stand out (hold up)
brought my n-ggas in the club and they gon’ thug with me
i just snuck my .40 in this b-tch and i’ma thug with it
let a n-gga sneak me in this club, it’s gon’ be up with it
everybody with me full of drugs, don’t give a f-ck with it
hold on, in this b-tch with subbo n-gga bring the line out
fresh up out that slammer with that hammer out my mind now
b-tches talking sh-t like we ain’t with it we gon’ ride down
slide with them cutters it’s a must you b-tches die now (godd-mn)

[verse]
b-tch, you must ain’t heard my n-ggas, we go back to back
my brother never worried ’bout that, my n-gga, we gon’ handle that
runnin’ from the system with that glock up in my gucci sack
play and we gon’ send them b-tches right where nene lulu at
to heaven since he claim that he steppin’, that be that murder talk
rep it like he k!llin’, p-ssy b-tch, i never heard of y’all
fifty-thousand dirt, all of y’all
on the plane when the police call
and i won’t say a thing, go ‘gainst the grain, we gon’ burn all of y’all (let’s go)
b-tch, i got a hundred rounds who claim they want it with me, yeah
i’m with some youngins out the north, they gon’ go under with me, yeah
i’m on my top i’m with the sh-t, i put that burner on ’em, yeah
shoot him in his sh-t just like the last gorilla, n-gga, yeah
throwin’ slangs, well b-tch i caught what you said
right there in dixie, catch you slippin’ send them shots where you at
i know they hating that i’m up so they can’t wait til’ i’m dead
well b-tch come get the job done you know we living like that
got 50 shots up in the glock
this b-tch here come out atlanta
i let montana drive the car, i’m with my son in the phantom
them n-ggas play i’ma clap ’em
i drop that bag, back to back ’em
that other boy was talking sh-t well n-gga look what done happened (but look out)

[chorus]
hop out with that cutter, let it bang and knock yo’ leg off
shoot your gun at me and, b-tch, i bet we have a stand off
screaming “f-ck the judge” until them b-tches let my mans out
everybody wanna be the same but i’ma stand out (hold up)
brought my n-ggas in the club and they gon’ thug with me
i just snuck my .40 in this b-tch and i’ma thug with it (godd-mn)
let a n-gga sneak me in this club it’s gon’ be up with it
everybody with me full of drugs don’t give a f-ck with it
hold on, in this b-tch with subbo n-gga bring the line out
fresh up out that slammer with that hammer out my mind now
b-tches talking sh-t like we ain’t with it we gon’ ride down
slide with them cutters it’s a must you b-tches die now (godd-mn)

[outro]
ol’ b-tch -ss n-gga
slime
you know it’s that slatt, slatt, slatt
yeah, play some games little b-tch -ss n-gga, you know what it is
p-ssy -ss boy it’s up now
yeah, just like my money b-tch it’s up there and it’s stuck there
p-ssy -ss boy you ain’t got no luck there you heard me?
yeah, b-tch you know we’ve been wackin sh-t ask the city
broke -ss boy what’s your body count?

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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