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sticks with me - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
trap jumpin’ like two, three
i really can’t even think right now
i want that xan’, but i ain’t got nothin’ to drink (xan walk)
shawty said she need me and i ain’t never needed her
not for anything and it don’t make sense to me
all i’ll ever need is 4ktrey and many men (oh, oh, oh, oh)
and all of this money and these motherf*ckin’ sticks with me
oh (oh), oh (shots fall), all these f*ckin’ shots with me
(ayy, ddawg, n*gga, you know what it is with me) hah
yeah, f*ck these hoes, man, f*ck all these n*ggas (b*tch ass n*gga)
you know how i get down on top, yeah

[verse 1]
dirty ass n*gga, pull up fresher than a newborn
this sh*t just got compressed, yeah, this that new bomb
three*five, that’s all i could do for ’em
tried to take it, take off his arm, the first shot, that’s the alarm
you gon’ see ’bout twenty n*ggas right behind me and they all armed
i go post up in that north like, n*gga, i ain’t got no worries
my momma tell me, “f*ck a n*gga,” she dare one to come through swervin’
what you said on instagram? he better shoot ’til he can’t shoot no more
back then outside the tv storm, like boy, you know you been a ho
this thug life sh*t’ll never go, my son be screamin’, “gang, gang”
his momma call my phone every time she know i left a stain
f*ck these n*ggas and f*ck all that blame
f*ck these cars, i wan’ collect your brain
and if you knew how close i was, then b*tch, you would go do the same
glocks out, man down, can’t go no where we ran down
what them n*ggas sayin’ now? not a motherf*ckin’ thing
catch you with your pants down, b*tch, you ain’t gotta stand down
you know the only reason that we came in contact for to leave a stain
[chorus]
ten thousand on me now, this ain’t no rap money, nah, nah
i just passed it to my youngin’, he gon’ clap somethin’, yeah, yeah
you know we load up soon as we get the drop on ’em, pop out
just keep up with that ra*ra, we spinnin’ while the cops out

[verse 2]
i pop these blues clues xans like i’m a junky, i don’t give no f*cks
better come correctly, b*tch, you paid to slump me, i’ma put you up
f*ck a push*up, get your weight up, i got my cake up, lil’ n*gga, yeah
got love for different sh*t, boy, you ain’t on nothin’, let’s count some heads

[chorus]
ten thousand on me now, this ain’t no rap money, nah, nah
i just passed it to my youngin’, he gon’ clap somethin’, yeah, yeah
you know we load up soon as we get the drop on ’em, pop out
just keep up with that ra*ra, we spinnin’ while the cops out

[verse 3]
keep it real, bro, we gotta make sure one die today
if we don’t go there, none gone happen
’cause them n*ggas ain’t gon’ come this way
baton rouge, know it’s dumb this way
in that nawf where my momma stay
with that b*tch up, down and side my waist
screamin’, “k!ll me, b*tch,” i miss lil dave
they done put bro back inside that cage
when you think the gang, i’m on the same
i done put two of them b*tches up its up’, and still got more in vain
i ain’t forget about what you did, my n*gga
our opps don’t know about them pictures
n*gga don’t know i coulda been and zipped him
but it’s good, i respect your call, n*gga, i’ma catch ’em
[outro]
shawty said she need me and i ain’t never needed her
not for anything and it don’t make sense to me
all i ever need is 4ktrey and many men
and all of this money and these motherf*ckin’ sticks with me
oh, oh all these f*ckin’ shots with me
yeah, f*ck these hoes, man, f*ck all these n*ggas
you know how i get down on top, yeah

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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