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Dead Trollz Lyrics By Youngboy Never Broke Again

    that lil’ass bag and that pussyass boy won’t say it ayy
    man you don’t come fishin’ around this way nigga free ddawg free baba
    playboy on this bitch

    tell the motherfuckin’ police pick me up
    i got them youngins goin’ crazy tryna blitz something
    mad man nigga don’t hear no talkin’ when lil top come
    haha bitch i want you act like you wan’ do somethin’
    i see murder in my eyes
    pussy nigga you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
    inside got these niggas waitin’ up in line
    catch ’em bad and end up sprayin’ somethin’

    in my manager car bootin’ up full of pills nigga
    tell that boy i’ma see him nigga
    tell him i say don’t come fish around this lake bitch and that’s real nigga
    seven murders in my hometown tell them bitches i did that
    soon as the other boy touch down i’ma be pushin’ his wig bag
    dogass ho chasin’ after dough fuck around with these opp niggas
    see thy cookin’ up ain’t no standin’ down tell that bitch that i’m tryna bang with ’em
    real dad man out in valley park call them range killers
    mask down on sunset with them dirty sticks leave a stain with ’em
    mask on slang that heater
    man down call the people
    got ’em tryna troll
    pussy nigga drove that he can’t get no feature
    i got meds in my kidney sippin’ mud out the liter
    want my own cemetery get ’em buried call the preacher
    don’t like me then fuck ’em they won’t go that way with gang nigga
    log offline get active fuck your caption what you sayin’ nigga
    pussyass niggas ain’t trappers they ain’t factors they can’t hang with us
    as soon as your ass get captured i just hope you got your mans with you
    that’s two for one
    pick ’em out just choose you somethin’
    dead rapper
    i bet trump and obama know just how i come
    bet the mayor of la know from his city bitch i done put shit under
    known disses and a nigga know i’m still sellin’ bar like i ain’t got no money

    ayy tell the motherfuckin’ police pick me up
    i got them youngins goin’ crazy tryna blitz something
    mad man nigga don’t hear no talkin’ when lil top come
    haha bitch i want you act like you wan’ do somethin’
    i see murder in my eyes
    pussy nigga you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
    inside got these niggas waitin’ up in line
    catch ’em bad and end up sprayin’ somethin’ yeah

    i say all these hoes ain’t nothin’ they just wanna hate on somethin’
    i been steppin’ on shit like hit after hit no church ain’t safe on sunday
    born in this assassin shit my mama told me burn that money
    i ain’t got no love for shit the north you know i’m leavin’ somethin’
    take your shit i’m keepin’ that niggas know i’m soowoo
    invest inside that youngin who movin’ r’s so i’ve been sellin’ blues
    that nigga dead tell me did he move
    all that he said was watch the news
    talkin’ turnin’ out he done turned to two
    it was two victims ain’t make it through
    california with hella pounds
    travel ’round with hella troops
    i got pictures of you lil’ pussy bitch
    plan on stainin’ somethin’ in atlanta too
    wan’ get up with me but i don’t fuck with you
    all in pampers son set trippin’ too
    bounty hunter bitch tryna eat the crew
    got my son screamin’ out do me too
    devil baby satan seed nigga trendset
    contagious whack
    them hollows came from me hope you ain’t catch that
    correct that
    come correct bitch why you said that
    i already done addressed that
    he had a show tell me where the next at
    i got a gift for you lil top claus baowbaowbaow nigga hoho
    since i got them florida bricks my florida bitch don’t want me no more
    we done did a run the second option gon’ be a stolo
    my godmama want me to visit her but it’s too much smoke

    tell the motherfuckin’ police pick me up
    i got them youngins goin’ crazy tryna blitz something
    mad man nigga don’t hear no talkin’ when lil top come
    haha bitch i want you act like you wan’ do somethin’
    i see murder in my eyes
    pussy nigga you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
    inside got these niggas waitin’ up in line
    catch ’em bad and end up sprayin’ somethin’

    i’m like eenymeenyminymo put my opps up in a row
    leave one dead i leave one dead
    drose he way from the bulls home
    too much money on me bro hold my chrome
    nigga try to go then you do his ass
    if you know me you know i’m never home alone
    got xds by the tv stand

    Artist: Youngboy Never Broke Again

    Year: 2020

    Decade: 20s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 498