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dead twin (king von diss) - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
that p*ssy*ass boy talk that sh*t
(free lul tim)
(playboy on this b*tch)

[chorus]
tell them b*tch ass n*ggas pick they mans up
when timmy split his sh*t open make sure he don’t stand back up
he a dread head i know just how to leave dead
northside 38 where we banging red
forever its murder in my eyes
get k!lled on camera see his dead body up on the internet
catch ’em bad and end up stepping on somethin’ (4kt)

[verse 1]
you play with 4kt you end up just like von
and tell other n*ggas that’s his twin he gon end up dead with him
told tim hop with that cutta i’m trying put him inna dirt we ain’t trying too fight him
im trying get thе whole clique tell thеm b*tches run
i want them all gone
satan seed, demon baby, devil reaper i’m trying cause a massacre
cemetery mentality pour up the fanta
real dead guy out in atlanta
jump out take a soul
b*tch we slang that pole
man down, leave him bleeding
caught him leave him leaking
p*ssy n*gga dead all that dissing
smoking opps out the hookah ripped him up in the lounge
don’t end up like the last n*gga
demon symbols
p*ssy*ass n*ggas ain’t do nothing, they some lackers
other dead rapper (dead body)
[chorus]
tell them b*tch ass n*ggas pick they mans up
when timmy split his sh*t open make sure he don’t stand back up
he a dread head i know just how to leave dead
northside 38 where we banging red
forever its murder in my eyes
get k!lled on camera see his dead body up on the internet
catch ’em bad and end up stepping on somethin’

[verse 2]
i say all these b*tches ain’t did nothin
i been steppin’ on sh*t, like hit after hit, warzone you can get smoke at the club
in this assassin sh*t for real, burn that n*gga
i ain’t got no love for sh*t, 600k top my meter
take your soul can’t get that back, n*ggas know i murder sh*t
inside that coffin who movin’ guns so i’ve been sellin’ that dope out the north
that n*gga dead, cl!ck up all y’all want b*tch it’s war for real
all that he said on internet make sure his mouth stay sealed
trying to k!ll somethin’ in chicago too
head hunter, b*tch, tryna murder the whole crew
that other had a show, tell me where it’s at
i left a blood stan up in on he’s mans
he was on my death note we did his and finna do you
f*ck it the whole clique on it to

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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