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lirik lagu ybn cordae - broke as fuck

[intro]
uh, yeah
daytrip took it to ten (hey)

[chorus]
i was broke as f-ck‚ down up on my -ss‚ had the lowest luck
used to ride the bike up to the store‚ i need a rover truck
a bentley coupe, yeah, i’m wearin’ prada‚ i like fendi too
grandma p-ssed, had a heart attack, only 62
my cousin shot‚ got me paranoid, who to trust or not
gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
post-traumatic stress is building up, you n-gg-s so dramatic
f-ck these other n-gg-s, i’m the illest, i’m the coldest at it (yeah, uh)

[verse 1]
let me take you n-gg-s back to a much simpler time
picture yourself inside a vehicle, a ship in my mind
you’ll see some childhood memories mixed with the cells of a don
you’ll see the doctor smack my -ss when i first fell out my mom
a magic school bus adventure trip inside my cerebral
back when i told n-gg-s i’ll make it, swear they didn’t believe him
flashback to br-sstracks and we was playin’ “no problems”
we was crankin’ all the cl-ssics from the spring to the autumn
and i said motherf-ck, need a bad b-tch with a tummy tuck
how i make a million from a dollar? it was dummy luck
need a new lam’, no sedan, f-ck a hummer truck
i’m aiming for the top, i’m steady climbing, f-ck a runner-up

[chorus]
i was broke as f-ck, down up on my -ss, had the lowest luck
used to ride the bike up to the store, i need a rover truck
a bentley coupe, yeah, i’m wearin’ prada, i like fendi too
grandma p-ssed, had a heart attack, only 62
my cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not
gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
post-traumatic stress is building up, you n-gg-s so dramatic
f-ck these other n-gg-s, i’m the illest, i’m the coldest at it, ayyy

[interlude]
uh-huh
(hey)
yeah
woo
uh, yeah, uh

[verse 2]
mom and dad never had a d-mn thing, d-mn shame
now i’m poppin’ champagne on a private jet, f-ck an airplane
order bossa nova, eating plantains
presidential rollie, f-ck a campaign
impeach, n-gg-, ten deep, n-gg-
remember days we was wearin’ j’s
and a gold chain, only had three figures
so fortunate, proportionate
lost boy, n-gg-, no coordinates
remember christmas? we was giftless
three foot tree, no ornaments
pull my d-ck out, hoes swarmin’ it
flow cold, n-gg-, no warmin’ it
mama couldn’t afford aau
so we couldn’t hoop, n-gg-, no tournaments
i remember days sippin’ lemonade
ice cream truck gettin’ plenty paid
candy lady had jolly ranchers
i don’t really have a lot of answers
i’m just searching for the same sh-t
same n-gg-s that i came with
premonitions over reminiscing
lam’ truck how i lane switch (ah)

- lirik lagu ybn cordae

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