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Lirik Lagu Youngboy never Broke Again – Red Rum


By: Admin | Artist: Y youngboy never broke again | Published: 2024-13-05T07:40:29:00+07:00
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[intro]
this for all them 38 babies out the north you hear me?
look, gang

[chorus]
this that red rum sh-t, f-ck how you come sh-t
better keep your gun b-tch, f-ck where you from b-tch
play and you get stunk b-tch, we on that dumb sh-t
and f-ck donald trump b-tch, that nba sh-t
hoes i don’t play with, i hate all that fake sh-t
stunting on my ex b-tch, i know she can’t stand it
burner on my waist b-tch, i be on that bang sh-t
f-ck up out my face b-tch, i be on that gang sh-t
get shot in your face b-tch, reaching for my chain b-tch
made it out them chains b-tch, i’ll never change b-tch
still keep that thing b-tch, catch me tryna drill some sh-t
still with my same clique, and no you can’t hang b-tch

[verse 1]
i go by youngboy, what it is?
pull up, me and twin, and you know we full of pills
p-ss that -ss ho, mane get the f-ck up out my grill
f-ck your old mane, he gon’ get hit with the steel
these n-gg-s some hoes, man they don’t want no smoke
38 baby, i ain’t slippin’, b-tch i keep a pole
need a money machine, i don’t want to count no more
buy a fanta from the store, red drink, i pour a four
f-ck the laws, up in public, got that thang on me
if he play you better k!ll him, heard that from my mama
if a n-gg- touch me, it’s gon’ be a problem
hit you with that llama, b-tch you know i keep that chopper

[chorus]
this that red rum sh-t, f-ck how you come sh-t
better keep your gun b-tch, f-ck where you from b-tch
play and you get stunk b-tch, we on that dumb sh-t
and f-ck donald trump b-tch, that nba sh-t
hoes i don’t play with, i hate all that fake sh-t
stunting on my ex b-tch, i know she can’t stand it
burner on my waist b-tch, i be on that bang sh-t
f-ck up out my face b-tch, i be on that gang sh-t
get shot in your face b-tch, reaching for my chain b-tch
made it out them chains b-tch, i’ll never change b-tch
still keep that thing b-tch, catch me tryna drill some sh-t
still with my same clique, and no you can’t hang b-tch

[verse 2]
this lil ho tryna finesse me, she think that i’m stupid
i told that ho stop all that flexing, what up with that coochie
he keep showin’ off that gun but he ain’t gon’ use it
you know all my n-gg-s ruthless, you know that we quick to shoot it
b-tch hold up, you need to put some polish on your toes
i’m tryna get my son some head while he one years old
b-tch i’m out the north and half my n-gg-s throwin’ up them fours
soldier really pimpin’, catch you cuffin’, he gon’ take your ho
shoot like scottie pippen from the three, gon’ hit you from the road
i just bought a chopper from 3three and on the back it fold
all my n-gg-s trappin’, what you need, they don’t never close
b-tch i’m from the streets, i’m ’bout that drama, i’ll never fold
i just raised the murder rate up in my city b-tch
f-ck the race, i ain’t in no compet-tion b-tch
f-ck the media, in real life we really zippin’ sh-t
you know we don’t spare n-body, shoot you in your sh-t

[chorus]
this that red rum sh-t, f-ck how you come sh-t
better keep your gun b-tch, f-ck where you from b-tch
play and you get stunk b-tch, we on that dumb sh-t
and f-ck donald trump b-tch, that nba sh-t
hoes i don’t play with, i hate all that fake sh-t
stunting on my ex b-tch, i know she can’t stand it
burner on my waist b-tch, i be on that bang sh-t
f-ck up out my face b-tch, i be on that gang sh-t
get shot in your face b-tch, reaching for my chain b-tch
made it out them chains b-tch, i’ll never change b-tch
still keep that thing b-tch, catch me tryna drill some sh-t
still with my same clique, and no you can’t hang b-tch


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