lirik lagu youngboy never broke again - choppa doctor
[intro]
(let’s go, mario)
hold on
[chorus]
burn that b~tch and do ’em bad, yeah
top, i’m on his ass
stolen glocks inside this jag’, yeah
four~door matic with that bag
they don’t wanna see me bop, b~tch
she could eat my c~ck, b~tch
hold on, clean a n~gga block, they know i stay ridin’ with that mop
hold on, forgiatos, beat her back in, all that i know
hold on, tell the backup pull onside and shoot the side door
i ain’t k!ll that boy, go ask his boys for all that i know
i was countin’ up plenty mula like i hit the lotto
hold on, dirty~ass baby mama, dirty~ass f~ckin’ chopper
hold on, dirty~ass f~ckin’ n~gga, i came up straight from the bottom
slimy~ass n~gga, whacked that boy in front his f~ckin’ mama
with that sh~t that i is, hit inside his head in front his toddler
diddy boppin’, he got f~ckin’ problems
uh, get on pills and start tweakin’, he be f~ckin’ wildin’
one get k!lled, he get even, put drums in them choppers
i want his life, you can’t save him ’cause i am the doctor
[verse]
and i am the problem and i am the issue
and i am the remedy, turn up with my n~gga
i got the ratchetest b~tches
come from rags to gas to riches
went from fightin’, then to k!llin’
cool like antifreeze, done blew the ceilin’
tried to handle me, b~tch, no, you didn’t
and paper, i been sippin’ silly
hearsin’, i been lurkin’, catch ’em workin’, then i pop out with it
run in, i’m gon’ split his fitted
fifa, b~tch, no we can’t kick it
want it, ‘fore i hit it, l!ck it
olympics, watch how i dive up in it
divin’ and he better not beat me, bet he not gon’ see next season
cajun, i got season in these heaters, this the hottest feastin’
mac and it’s small, but lethal, and i call this b~tch mac mini
record that boy like jason, think i’m jason, when i’m masked up, n~gga
f~ck it, they be hatin’ slime, triple o, got all kinds
double o inside the clip, rollin’ out, it’s ’bout time
b~tch, you best respect my mind, them n~ggas from your project dyin’
when them hitters go to slidin’, catch him, hop out, walk him down
[chorus]
burn that b~tch and do ’em bad, yeah
top, i’m on his ass
stolen glocks inside this jag’
four~door matic with that bag
they don’t wanna see me bop, b~tch
she could eat my c~ck, b~tch
hold on, clean a n~gga block, they know i stay ridin’ with that mop
hold on, forgiatos, beat her back in, all that i know
hold on, tell the backup pull onside and shoot the side door
i ain’t k!ll that boy, go ask his boys for all that i know
i was countin’ up plenty mula like i hit the lotto
hold on, dirty~ass baby mama, dirty~ass f~ckin’ chopper
hold on, dirty~ass f~ckin’ n~gga, i came up straight from the bottom
slimy~ass n~gga, whacked that boy in front his f~ckin’ mama
with that sh~t that i is, hit inside his head in front his toddler
diddy boppin’, he got f~ckin’ problems
uh, get on pills and start tweakin’, he be f~ckin’ wildin’
one get k!lled, he get even, put drums in them choppers
i want his life, you can’t save him ’cause i am the doctor
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