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out nothing - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
(skolo, it’s your turn)
woah*oh
woah*oh
woah*oh

[refrain]
i’ll start a war all ’bout my b*tch
i make sure her wrists like mine, mmm
i’ve just been sittin’ time and time and
like, should i just leave or show my hand? (d*roc)

[chorus]
i’ma get the b*tch on drugs, huh
i’ma make the b*tch drink mud, huh
i’ma kick the b*tch out the club, huh
i’ma make the b*tch get flood, yeah
i’ma make the b*tch make racks, huh
i’ma show the b*tch get money

[verse]
i’ma tell you once, i ain’t stuntin’
i’ma make the b*tch out nothin’
i like the way that she dressin’, she know that she turnin’ me up when she prada the boot
she got the drop, got ’em dropped, i was puttin’ my faith in that b*tch and she got me to you
she the one bought me the mop and i gave it to youngin, i told ’em just for to go shoot
f*ck every n*gga that’s in it, just hit it,and hit it like f*ck it, and tear up the room
he got that static, baboon (huh)
i got the b*tch and she drinkin’ on red
i got the b*tch on boot
makin’ it boom up inside of the stu’
youngin my gunner, he know what he do
shorty my shorty, i tell her, “come through”
body five star, leave that b*tch in the room
i got another set that’s comin’ through
she want a percocet, put her on two (ooh)
xanax ain’t workin’, yeah, i want k2
i’ll go to war ’bout that b*tch, i do
pull up, jump out with that stick and i shoot
go to war about my b*tch, sneak out ’bout my wifey
i flood her, she like it, keep her out clothes
[chorus]
i’ma get the b*tch on drugs, huh
i’ma make the b*tch drink mud, huh
i’ma kick the b*tch out clubs
i’ll go to war with that b*tch, what it do?
i’ma get the b*tch on mud, huh
i’ma make the b*tch get flood, yeah
i’ma make the b*tch get racks, huh
i’ma show the b*tch get money, huh

[refrain]
i’ll go to war about my b*tch
i make sure her wrists like mine
i’ve just been sittin’ time and time and
like, should i just leave or show my hand?

[chorus]
i’ma get the b*tch on drugs, huh
i’ma make the b*tch drink mud, huh
i’ma kick the b*tch out the club, huh
i’ma make the b*tch make racks, huh
i’ma show the b*tch get money
know that i’ma tell that ho one time, i’ma make the b*tch out nothin’

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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