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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – My Killa Lyrics

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[Chorus]

Nike on unlike the rest, I got me a check, we can do it, my nigga, yeah

Bro standing on that pledge, I got ’em too influenced, my nigga

Take that nigga head off (Bop), that’s my killer, yeah

Me and her don’t play at all, nah, that’s my nigga

[Post-Chorus]

Park had left me cold, I ain’t got no code

Don’t turn me down, bitch, I’m grown

Yeah, come track me down through these phones

Bro ‘nem kickin’ down doors

I want that head, get it gone (Get it gone)

Yeah, now, one, two, three, four

Ben ‘nem movin’ in, pull up, kick door

.45 in my pants on the front row

Fuck nigga move wrong, end up gone

Now I only hit one, then I gotta go

Tryna leave with everything that I paid for

Nigga tryna get fame, get [bang-bro’d ?][0:46]

Make that .40 go baow straight to his dome, yeah

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[Verse 1]

I ain’t taking these bitches all over ’cross the world with me

She just want her a Perc, that P-E-R-C, I’m giving her three (I’m giving her three)

I’ma take her ass down, I ain’t tossing back down, I ain’t paying no fee

Want it for to go down, shoot a whole hundred rounds if a nigga want beef (Bang)

Yeah, shoot that blicky (Bop), take one off

You hear that? That’s that ice inside my Styrofoam

Broke-ass nigga thinkin’ I’m too hot, gon’ get his mind blown (Slime, slime)

Kicking this shit in Gucci covered in rhinestones

[Chorus]

Nike on unlike the rest, I got me a check, we can do it, my nigga, yeah

Bro standing on that pledge, I got ’em too influenced, my nigga

Take that nigga head off (Bop), that’s my killer, yeah

Me and her don’t play at all, nah, that’s my nigga

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[Verse 2]

Hop in them ‘Cats, get to jumping like Tigger

Real 38, it ain’t nothing else bigger

Beat a nigga ass, probably mad I ain’t kill him

I’m a real gangbanger, I don’t fuck with these niggas

Came from the back, I was in Parish Prison

Same way I rap, nigga, caught ’em slippin’

Hit ’em with stamps like iPhones

I’m talkin’ the apple that look like a nigga had bit it

He don’t wanna be in this real Blood business

Tenant lieutenant, got shooters on call

If that lil’ boy take a stand, he gon’ fall

Play and I shoot ’til it’s empty on y’all

Blowing that smoke and it’s coming out loud

Before I got five, I collected me four

Hollows gon’ rain like they taking a shower

Do that boy bad then hop on the road

[Chorus]

Nike on unlike the rest, I got me a check, we can do it, my nigga, yeah

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Bro standing on that pledge, I got ’em too influenced, my nigga

Take that nigga head off (Bop), that’s my killer, yeah

Me and her don’t play at all, nah, that’s my nigga

[Post-Chorus]

Park had left me cold, I ain’t got no code

Don’t turn me down, bitch, I’m grown

Yeah, come track me down through these phones

Bro ‘nem kickin’ down doors

I want that head, get it gone


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