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Another Episode

de YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Man down, mm, look
(Play that back, Lucent)
Uh-uh-uh, mhm
That's a dirty thirty, uh, hold up
That's a dirty thirty, frrt, baow, baow
Nigga, that's a– what that was, 5?
Let it off, fuck it
I don't give a fuck, just let it off, bang

Bro shot five times from the Honda, pussy bitch tried runnin' (yeah)
Hit him in his leg, soon as he drop, that's when you walk down on him (baow)
Hit him in his head, we skrrt off fast, now, slow down, bend the corner
'Nother episode, hit the lights 'fore we pull up on 'em (yeah)

I just want the body (yeah), I won't tell nobody (yeah)
I got plenty bodies (yeah), I like to rap about it (yeah, yeah)
I don't give no fuck about it, bitch, I'll shoot up your body (hold on)
Baby, shake your body, I just wanna see you pop it

I was fucked up inside my hood as a young nigga
Neighbors ain't want they children runnin' with me 'cause I slump niggas
Nigga played with me at Capital Middle, what I did?
At the school dance, I had DDawg outside, bangin' at 'em, tryna knock off all his wig
1500 block, E let shots up out the car, behind the kid
My mama told me, promise I'll never kill a nigga from my hood, once she found out I did
But I fucked up 'cause I doubled back
I done smacked a pussy-ass nigga 'bout that yappin', he ain't never been 'bout that
Nigga, this Top

And I'm gon' pull up, drop my top with my son and daughter in the car
With a thirty stick hangin' out my Glock, I'm screamin': Bitch, you don't want war
I throw my 5, I twist my fingers and watch my daughter throw that North
I'm raisin' my son to be a hitter, my lil nigga don't ever fuckin' talk

I make the police draw the chalk, Ba zipped him, made him close his mouth
Why you think the industry don't like me? I knocked 'bout three of these bitches off
Nigga, I step in 23s, I say: I'm born to walk that walk
I got a knife inside my bunk, no bond, I don't know when I'm goin' home
I'ma act, you pull a act off
Bitch talkin' to this MAC sound
You run, I'ma blow your back out
Bitch, I'm gon' make you lay down
I'm finna go back to that North, right where the fuck I was found
Behind the TV at papa house, I left you a package, my dog, yeah
Get your hustle on (hustle), trap it till the morning
Me and my lil brother come walk 'em down (bust 'em), or I'll do it on the muscle
Switch out the plate in the back of the car while I'm smokin' and holdin' a Drac'
'Fore I jump out the whip, I'ma pull my mask down
The whole world know my face, but I don't stop and I don't guess
Soon as I pop out, I'm gon' blitz
Fuck your body, my first body, boy, my mama made me get it
Four years old with my bandana, I'm a gangster, I'm the sickest
Where the nigga who I killed? Dead right now
Was poppin' pills with him and breakin' and enterin'

And I'm gon' pull up, drop my top with my son and daughter in the car
With a thirty stick hangin' out my Glock, I'm screamin': Bitch, you don't want war
I throw my 5, I twist my fingers and watch my daughter throw that North
I'm raisin' my son to be a hitter, my lil nigga don't ever fuckin' talk
That's kamikaze

I just want the body (yeah), I won't tell nobody (yeah)
I got plenty bodies (yeah), I like to rap about it (yeah, yeah)
I don't give no fuck about it, bitch, I'll shoot up your body (hold on)
Baby, shake your body, I just wanna see you pop it

I just wanna see you move
I wan' see you pop it (yeah)
Baby, shake your body (yeah)
I just wanna see you move (yeah)
Baby, shake your body (yeah)
I wan' see you pop it (yeah)
Huh, Velveeta

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