lirik lagu youngboy never broke again - rich junkie 2 (get money)
[intro]
look
[chorus]
youngin was tryna get some money, k!lled right on the corner
and boo’ was tryna catch a sell, ain’t make it ’round the corner
that get back real
i’m going to h~ll from all the sh~t i done to them
’cause every time we caught them, ain’t no talking, we put guns on them (yeah)
[verse]
i just wanna run down on you p~ssy ass n~ggas (p~ssy ass n~ggas)
run down on ’em, put the pistol on a n~gga (on a n~gga)
run up on ’em (run up on ’em), n~gga, shoot ’em in his head
yeah, yeah
catch him with a hoe, i’m praying that she dead
yeah, yeah
glock here in my pants boy, plus we could dance boy
i’m in here with that murder squad
the murder squad don’t f~ck with me
i’m in here on plenty bars with plenty boys and cpd
you know them dirty motherf~ckers probably try to lock up me
d~mn
plenty liking me
d~mn
ain’t no tryna lift me up
it’s some curls in the bucket where i’m motherf~cking from
man it get ruthless, it get reckless
if you scared you bet’ not come
we shoot up police cars and all
you better ask ’em how we come
sh~t, but f~ck that, baby
i say i just wan’ get jiggy with you, huh
i just wanna sit back and watch how your body move, uh
my b~tch she so poppin’
she be popping muslim doors
bow, bow
uh, we gon’ get down, n~gga
somebody tried to let some shots off
it’s a party out here
i’m hoping that a child ain’t knocked off
we be thugging out here, why you think ten keep his glock out?
it get ugly out here
you’ll get yo’ stupid ass knocked off
go ask ’em ’bout me
youngboy, i’m the motherf~ckin’ sickest
i’m the motherf~ckin’ realest
i’m the one with all the k!llin’
better ask ’em ’bout me
the richest rapper in my city and they steady f~ckin’ with me, but they know that they can’t get me, slime
i wanna pull me a homicide
nothin’ but crying, mama come outside and see a f~cking brain bust, i’m slime
i wanna see me a homicide
catch you waiting on a ride and shoot the whole f~cking uber up
[bridge]
187, i’m with it
187, i did it
187 my mama
187 be with it
187 i’m with it
187, i did it
187 my mama
187 be with it
[chorus]
youngin was tryna get some money, k!lled right on the corner
and boo’ was tryna catch a sell, ain’t make it ’round the corner
that get back real
i’m going to h~ll from all the sh~t i done to them
’cause every time we caught them, ain’t no talking, we put guns on them
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