Mês: maio 2023

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Slider [Official Audio] Letra, Lyrics:
(Any last words?)
Lil Top
(D-Roc)
Look

Nigga, this a slider, and this bitch I got, she’s a model (She’s a model, nigga)
When you see Top, say “Dada” (Who that is baby boy? Boy, who that is?)
Hold on, draw the Glock, pop shit, I got ‘em
Hold on, I got ‘em, got ‘em

Watch me write the bitch, chef AI, I serve shit (Yeah, yeah)
I be murkin’ shit, and I know you heard this (Yeah, yeah)
Lurkin’ with the clique, thirty spit and swerve shit
They wan’ knock me off, I keep a Glock, so I’m not worried
Two dollars for a bottle, this bitch I’m with, she thugged out, but, she a model
I know these hoes gon’ chase me out, don’t go to [?]
They run they mouth, they talkin’ loud, that chopper louder
Soon as it’s up, them shots let off

Nigga, this a slider, and this bitch I got, she’s a model (She’s a model, nigga)
When you see Top, say “Dada” (Say, “Dada,” nigga)
Hold on, draw the Glock, pop shit, I got ‘em
Hold on, I got ‘em, got ‘em

Dead bitch, haha
Pussy bitch, Dada (Okay)
Mhm, bitch
Bitch, die, bitch, die (Yeah)
Know I’ma slide, make ‘em cry, bullets flyin’ around they side
Boom, bitch, boom, Herm, drive, nigga, don’t crash the ride
My lil’ bitch a model, I be tryna dig all in her sides, uh
This a bottle, nigga, drink it, start to wildin’, nigga
Boom, that’s that chopper, nigga, thought you had a problem, nigga
Bitch, don’t say “Kentrell,” see me, say Don Dada, nigga
Swervin’ in this motherfucker
I’m gon’ get ten years if they catch me with this dirty cutter, gon’ keep that stick still
YB a dirty motherfucker (Fuck yeah), he got ‘bout nine kills (Know it)
They know with that shit, I is, bitch, yeah, bitch, yeah
Pop a pill, uh, roll until he dead, oh, yeah
Leave ‘em dead, talk that shit, he lay in his bed (Ayy), Goddamn
Seen lil’ shawty and she bad then what they said, mhm (Bad then what they said)
“That’s who killed ‘em,” when they see us, they say “Yeah, that’s them”
We got dirty sticks and pounds, they steady jumpin’ out the gym
See the bitch, zip his ass, then get happy, I’m him (Brrt, baow)
Who them boys don’t like? They know that I’m quick to shoot at them (Baow)
See me out on site, covered down in diamonds with BM

Nigga, this a slider, and this bitch I got, she’s a model (She’s a model, nigga)
When you see Top, say “Dada” (Yeah, yeah)
Hold on, draw the Glock, pop shit, I got ‘em (Got ‘em, nigga)
Hold on, I got ‘em, got ‘em
This a slider, and this bitch I got, she’s a model (Okay)
When you see Top, say “Dada” (Don Dada, nigga)
Hold on, draw the Glock, pop shit, I got ‘em (I got ‘em)
Hold on, I got ‘em, got ‘em

Uh, uh, uh, uh
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Channel 9 [Official Audio] Letra, Lyrics:
(Ayy, Rashon, this bitch go crazy)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)

Smokin’ dope, tryna get my head on
Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna get my bread long
Smokin’, rollin’, totin’ tryna put shit on channel 9
I’m quick to notice, let these niggas know it’s time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain’t proud for me, probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shottas fee
I’ma make them slimes go sweep ‘em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn’t quick on feet

Bust and they missed it
People want funny things, then I up and I hit it
Diamond chains, diamond watch it be glistenin’
Murder man, but won’t never admit it
Murder gang, stay on top of my business
I ain’t pulling out that bentley for bitches
In a civic, back seat strapped with a glizzy
Clean, like that dirty shit that I’m sippin
Don Juan, granted gold my pendant
I got too many bitches, up in war, I got too many blicky’s
Murder time through that nawf, I be ridin’ with them hittas
I probably be strapped with a semi
Nigga know with that fire I’ll be blockin’ all day
And I’m plannin’ on murderin’ the biggest
Shorty inside of the deli, we slangin’ that yeah
And they know they can’t play with a nigga

Smoking dope, tryna get my head on
Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna get my bread long
Smoking, rolling, totin’ tryna put shit on channel 9
I’m quick to notice, let these niggas know it’s time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain’t proud for me, probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shottas fee
I’ma make them slimes go sweep ‘em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn’t quick on feet

Look, tell ‘em free Vaughn, dirty illegal guns on my waist
I got two clips together on the drac, with a illegal handle on the .223
I don’t even know why I can’t even have grip on the front of that fire
I’m a convicted felon, I can’t win for losing, while standin’ in trial
I don’t even trust her, I know I can’t trust her, but she want a child
She know I’m a thug her, she know I can’t love her
It ain’t worth the while, not wasting my time
I stay with that iron, be moving around, I be kickin’ the shit, I’m big slime
In my own dimension, prices be tempting, them gunnas ain’t turnin’ it down

Smoking dope, tryna get my head on
Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna get my bread long
Smoking, rolling, totin’ tryna put shit on channel 9
I’m quick to notice, let these niggas know it’s time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain’t proud for me, probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shottas fee
I’ma make them slimes go sweep ‘em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn’t quick on feet
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Perspective [Official Audio] Letra, Lyrics:[Chorus]
Blow me a check, get up, get me another one
Walk in the room and these bitches gon’ choose
Don’t wear designer, I still make the news
Carry that bag, wit’ that cash, overload
Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own
She can’t hold it in, the smoke too strong
Fucked up ‘bout that, lettin’ bro blow out her mind

[Verse 1]
Put on AP, and I wear by the two
Gossipin’ bitch, she can’t hold in the truth
I hit ‘em both from the back, by the two
I flew the bitch on a jet, wit’ her crew
I let ‘em vacation, while cases I’m facin’
I live like barbarian, my life is amazin’
Made and broke bread wit’ my nigga, I cut off the traces
Pay the [], fight the system, no odds in the case, and I go
Identify me wit’ murder detectives
These silly lil niggas, my bank account bigger
Wit’ the slime I was steppin, I shoot out the Chevy
I be fresh as the fuck, wit’ my cup full of medi’
Tell ‘em, “Put up twenty million”, I’m on it, I’m wit’ it
Just say, and I’ll be on the way
Bitch think I’ma fall for her, just cause of her waist
Play the wrong way, throw the drink at her face (Ho, woah)
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[Chorus]
Blow me a check, get up, get me another one
Walk in the room and these bitches gon’ choose
Don’t wear designer, I still make the news
Carry that bag, wit’ that cash, overload
Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own
She can’t hold it in, the smoke too strong
Fucked up ‘bout that, lettin’ bro blow out her mind

[Verse 2]
She don’t want me, and I changed her perspective
I think my neighbor linked up wit’ detectives
You know these niggas ain’t shit, so be careful
Know that your friend let me fuck if I test her
Get in it, hit it, then blow out the fender
Your ho, she got that good brain like professor
Got her on drank, now she barely can think
For to shake back, she think she can take Alka-Seltzer
Don’t stop it, I keep it goin’ for the better
Skeleton AP, I think that I’m Rich the Kid
Fuck on Nene and I think ‘bout relapsin’
Your highness, you know I’m controllin’ the castle
Count it up backwards, you know that I’m a factor
Fucked her so hard, ‘til she start havin’ ‘tractions
Straight out her top, start poppin’ them capsules
Bought you the watch, cause this bitch here a master
[Chorus]
Blow me a check, get up, get me another one
Walk in the room and these bitches gon’ choose
Don’t wear designer, I still make the news
Carry that bag, wit’ that cash, overload
Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own
She can’t hold it in, the smoke too strong
Fucked up ‘bout that, lettin’ bro blow out her mind

[Verse 3]
Big coupe, ridin’ and you know them choppas in it too
Tell them niggas that they better chill wit’ that rara
Voice deep when I speak, coated throat off the lean
Clear the scene, let it sing, Skully he gon’ pop out
Flrrrt, in it, let it hit it ‘til you fall out
Goyard phone case for my son
Pretty lil bitch and she look like Milan
I give her fightin’s in the back when she front

[Outro]
Top, big coupe, ridin’ and you know them choppas in it too
Tell them niggas that they better chill wit’ that rara
Better chill wit’ that rara
You know these niggas dyin’
Pretty lil bitch and she look like Milan
I give her fightin’s in the back when she front
They know that I’m takin’ it to another level
Can’t quit it, keep goin’, just for the better
Ain’t quittin’, I’m goin, just for the better
Three hundred thousand dollar Skeleton, plain
Pretty lil bitch and she look like Milan
I give her fightin’s in the back when she front
Tell her to wipe it
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Hurt My Hurt [Official Audio] Letra, Lyrics:
Berge always flexin’

Oh, hurtin’ my heart
I don’t know what the fuck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, got me callin’ on my god
She ain’t mine, probably fuckin’ my boy

I don’t need you, oah
I been puttin’ up with your shit, ever since I was a jit
I said, “Bitch, you gotta go”
Always knew you wasn’t shit, but I loved you too strong
Only when you ‘round you fuck with me, get mad and then you party
Know you gon’ get drunk and want to fuck, hoe why you startin’ me
Know them hoes you be with want to fuck, laugh when you saltin’ me
Know that shit you tell them don’t add up, you got tattoos of me
All across yo’ face, hoe you down bad, I hate ya
All them moves I make, I never tried once for to break ya
Out of all them moves you make, bitch you ain’t breakin’ me
You know not one nigga for to play, ‘cause it ain’t safe with me
After all them times you lay with them, bitch, you ain’t think of me, at all?
Get mad and shit you say to me, you hate me, wish I’d fall
You need to tell his baby mama what you know, that boy don’t play with me
All that shit y’all put on me, gon’ make me kill that child inside the street
You fucked on him, you don’t fuck wit’ me
You run, I ain’t tryin’ catchin’ up
And you never said it, ‘til this day
This hoe think I’m a fuckin duck
You deserve everything these bitches havin’
But, you fucked it up
Only takin’ orders from my daddy
You know I’m slimey, probably’ll put you up

Oh, hurtin’ my heart
I don’t know what the fuck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, got me callin’ my god
She ain’t mine, probably fuckin’ my boy

Got to love the hoes that stick on my side
Might make a flick with Yaya
I’m on the other side of options tonight
I come from the Northside, you was with me, I was fucked up
We ain’t have a house, we would fuck outside
Then we had to switch it up, at the time, it’s up, I had the hood hot
Bitch always lyin’ and tellin’ lies on me
You ain’t my type of woman, ain’t the type of bitch I need
And, I ain’t your type of nigga, you don’t do that shit to me
You know right from wrong, don’t try to apologize

Oh, oh, oh
I see a star in the sky
It’s not shinin’, it’s been dim
I swear I seen a star cry
I say she used to be mine wish, she know I’m not them

Oh, hurtin’ my heart
I don’t know what the fuck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, I just pulled up in a push-start
Buy my baby mama another, from BR
Fuck yo’ trust, I know I’m more turnt up than that boy
Fuck yo’ heart, and if I burned it, hope it boil, goddamn
You a snake, and bitch, you knowin’ that I’m knowin’
Be with his sister and you did that to that boy
Used to help me write rhymes
Even in jail, you helped me through all my times
Know I killed that fat bitch boyfriend, that be around
Ayy, while that time I was in jail, straight from Parish prison

Oh, hurtin’ my heart
I don’t know what the fuck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, got me callin’ my god
She ain’t mine, probably fuckin’ my boy
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