YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Guitar Hero ( Lyrics ) Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Guitar Hero ( Lyrics )
Intro
And keep that too
Uh, uh
Last night was, huh, last night
Verse 1
Last night was so crazy
Left me with a hangover
‘Cause you can’t hang over
Don’t know why I let you even came over
What she did to me, I got a thing for that girl
Chorus
Know you was in them streets, ayy, with that chop on they shoulder
Young nigga gon’ rock out, I’m a soldier
Oh, thought I told you
We loadin’ up, headin’ right over there
Let’s get active, nigga
Verse 2
Huh, young nigga so fucked up that I think my soul won’t never heal
I’ma move out to New York with my lil’ boo like, “Fuck them hills”
Posted in my yard on this hill, drinkin’ lean like it’s beer
She know I ain’t gon’ run from no one
She know I’ll slump somethin’ over
Yeah, I’m a soldier, baby
If you call me, I’ll go crazy
I’m sorry I couldn’t make it
I was late, I was race, I was sack chasin’
I was on my way, no flake, baby
I was up all night, I was sack chasin’
Chorus
Know you was in them streets, ayy, with that chop on they shoulder
Young nigga gon’ rock out, I’m a soldier
Oh, thought I told you
We loadin’ up, headin’ right over there
Let’s get active, nigga
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Intro: KIRBY
Black leaves on the Mississippi River
Black leaves in the Mississippi fire
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Black leaves in the Mississippi choir
Black leaves on the Mississippi land
Verse: Offset
White Rove’ (White)
Twenty hoes (Twenty), white gold (White)
Mink roll (Mink), lotta pink toes (Pink)
Ricky O. (Woo), Margiela, you didn’t know (Margiela)
We pop G6’s, make the bitch go sicko mode (G6)
Up the status, I bust her down, the bitch the baddest (Baddest)
The racks in the attic (Woo)
I doubled the monеy, dope mathematics (I doubled it)
My cars thе fastest (Rah)
I’m flipping the bitch, I’m knowing gymnastics (Uh-uh)
I Elliot diamond, I twinkle the wrist, you need some glasses (Twinkle, twinkle)
It’s hard to catch me (Woo)
I bulletproof trucks, I could move in madness (Bullet)
They thought it was Madden
We ballin’ on niggas, go get you a basket (Ball)
The money come blue (Woo)
I bought me a watch, but it cost me a coupe (A coupe)
Set it off like a nuke (Set it off)
I’ma turn me a hundred ‘fore I leave the booth (Let’s go)
I had got off the juice (Woo)
Then the money start blowing up out of the roof (Blow it)
I’m telling the truth, I became the one when I got out the group (I’m out the—)
Don’t got to say it, they bitin’ aesthetics
If I’m shooting my shot, then I know I’ma wet it
I put my son in baguetties, before he could walk, he could talk and that shit was too heavy (So heavy)
I had, I had to drop my top on Biscayne, knowin’ a nigga regret it (Biscayne)
I had to smash on her and her friend and told them both they petty (They petty)
I got the drop all on my opps, I told them boys to shred it (Shred it)
I got a foreign fetish (Fetish), I am the one, you get it? (Hey)
Outro: KIRBY
Black leaves on the Mississippi River
Black leaves in the Mississippi fire
Okay, cool
Okay, cool
Okay, cool
When I wake up, I count cake
She want her nails and hair done ‘cause she my bae
I smoke out a pound to the face (Phew, ah)
I ain’t even tryna be cool (Okay, okay, okay)
I can’t go outside without that cooling kit (Woo)
Won’t catch me outside without that cooling kit (Woo)
Acting out your mind and you might lose that shit
Such a waste of time, you better move it kid
Yeah, bang that five, bang Northside
Living in crime, devil may cry
Turn two to four turn four to a nine
Worry bout lil bro lil nigga then slide
You nias soft as pussy
You nias wet like pussy
I get you touched like pussy
One thing I don’t play by pussy
That’s my hoe, that’s my bitch
That’s my hoe, that’s my bitch
I’m buying her clothes, I’m pay her rent
I’m buying her clothes, I’m pay her rent
She want hermes, ok cool (ok cool)
She want hermes, ok cool (ok)
Okay, cool
Okay, cool
Okay, cool
When I wake up, I count cake
She want her nails and hair done ‘cause she my bae
I smoke out a pound to the face (Phew, ah)
I ain’t even tryna be cool (Okay, okay, okay)
Kodak Black – Colostomy feat. WizDaWizard [ Lyrics Lyrics] Letra Kodak Black Verse 1: WizDaWizard
Look, ayy, I was real on the block with the pistol
Young nigga, fourteen shootin’ missiles
Yellow tape, white chalk get you issue
Yellow tape, white chalk doin’ bad
Pants down, pussy would not sag
He was fat, when he got shot he turned skinny
Drac’ ate up his face and he smell shitty
Verse 2: Kodak Black & WizDaWizard
I put a nigga in his shit back, he shitted
Yeah, that’s facts
Smokin’ opp pack, this shit thrax
I’ma plead the 5th, I shot by Saks
Sliding with no tint tryna catch
Young nigga in the tent, in the Jag’
I had went to running I got back
Promise they ain’t fucking with Lil Yak
Promise they ain’t fucking with my clique
Beat a nigga block with a stick
Yak say get ya, it’s a blitz
Headshot, bah, it’s a hit
Wiz, you know how I’m zoolin’, AR 15 with the coolin’
Nigga, what it is? What we doin’?
How you finna play it? Let’s get movin’
Bеat a nigga block all night
If we see the nigga, it’s on sight
Write that boy a lеtter, send that boy a kite
Get up on his clothes, take a nigga life
I’ma catch a body, nigga, you gon’ die
I know that you scared, I can see you eyes
(Bah, bah-bah-bah)
Fuck nigga
PCB with the spice
I’m a big ol’ Z, I’m a Snipe
I don’t petty beef, it’s for life (Know what it is)
I don’t petty beef, I’m tryna kill
Take the track device off the rim
Back seat, ride or not the middle
I’m the only who sent it, how you figure?
I’m the one who did it to that nigga
Bounce out, nigga, hydraulics
I got bitches lined up in the lobby
I ain’t Tr3yWay, I keep it shotty
I ain’t came to play, I want your body
Verse 3: WizDaWizard
I ain’t came to play, I want your soul
Your dog got shot, the nigga told
We were bendin’ back to back in the Focus
Bendin’ back to back and some more shit
His opps smokin’ on this nigga, potent
Perky got me dizzy, got me floatin’
Niggas can’t block us, too much motion
I’m tryna killl that nigga and get some more bands
Verse 4: Kodak Black
Bro jacking shit with no lotion
Infrared bean but it’s green
I’ma make a scene on the scene
They don’t call me, “Kodak” for no reason
Shoot a nigga lights, camera, action
Monkey suit on me, I got fashion
Monkey suit swingin’ with the tree branch, I don’t Crip walk, do my Z dance
Verse 5: WizDaWizard
Bend with a stick ‘fore I bend with a Glock
I’ma hit your block with a big ass chop’
Eat a nigga face on site playing with my top
You ain’t heard about me, only get the city high
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Trippie Redd – 7am in Ohio ( Lyrics ) Letra Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – 7am in Ohio ( Lyrics )
We gettin’ that money you know it ain’t nothin’
I wake up and put that shit on ‘cause I’m stunting
I pull up Maybach it used to be bucket’
I know that they mad but I’m on fuck it
You ain’t got no racks you ball on a budget
I’m startin’ the car with the push of a button
I will not explain the do’s and the doesn’t’s
Countin’ up money I would never front
Hop out the Pizzy luggage in the trunk
Hop in that ‘rari trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie smoking on some blunts
23 shots in that Glock got a nigga feeling like I can dunk
It ain’t wasnt no big deal
Minuscule problems that shit shrunk
I know they remember them days
I was outside with that flame
Top-down, I’m blowing your brain
Know we the gang sorry I forgot your name
Look it’s a bird, look it’s a plane
it’s a lame, oh remember names
All of a sudden when you was around
I wasn’t calling you nothing
You ain’t really with the gang
So get the fuck from us
Fuck from round us, from the ground up
Look what we round up
No matter the time, I’mma get in my zone
Bitch imma sit in my throne
I’mma get straight to my goal
We gettin’ that money you know it ain’t nothin’
I wake up and put that shit on ‘cause I’m stunting
I pull up Maybach it used to be bucket’
I know that they mad but I’m on fuck it
You ain’t got no racks you ball on a budget
I’m startin’ the car with the push of a button
I will not explain the do’s and the doesn’t’s
Countin’ up money I would never front
Hop out the Pizzy luggage in the trunk
Hop in that ‘rari trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie smoking on some blunts
23 shots in that Glock got a nigga feeling like I can dunk
It ain’t wasnt no big deal
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Trippie Redd – 1716 Osage ( Lyrics Letra) Letra Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – 1716 Osage ( Lyrics )
March like a motherfucking band with that K
If you stand on shit that’s where you gon lay
Live that way gon die today
Goth money s*** I feel like Kray
get high with me while I’m fading away
they follow me I’m leading the wave
where you going like aye bae bae
trying to eat that cake like it’s anime
And the racks they blue, all in the safe
I keep it cool cuz I’m safe
play with me you lead, play with me you lead
I don’t care what you say
run that s*** up in a day
Ocean View I got the wave
broke hoes make me sick
tired of love I’ve done threw my heart up in a vent
Bump my head now I’m young boy walking with a dent
I’m Lil Wayne but my gun walk walking with a limp
look at your hoe she embarrassed that she walking with a simp
I’m a big blood but I’m screaming RIP to Nip
Blood Blood Blood
I got
foreign hoes, foreign clothes, foreign cars
I got bad bitches and they porn stars
ever since I lost my damn brother I’ve been going hard
I might count 100 Mil in my dream car
shawty slurping on the floor I know her knees hurt
I done hit a few stains in my fiend car
Sock ‘em in this shit and make them seizure
plotting on the gang I made him dream hard
556, 223 I’m in that foreign car baby pick up speed
and they don’t need to know about you and me
I got this shit blowing up like TNT
don’t even call my phone no more DND
I gotta rob the bank PNC
I’m tryna rob the bank PNC
I’m Peter Parker pimping bitch I’m PPP
I’m with little Mary Jane and we in the trees
we smoking woods in the woods follow me
and I’m From The Trenches I am not an actor
man I’m in that ship I should go to Saturn
Man i’m out my mind feel like Jacob’s Ladder
They stay on that shit that just don’t even matter
slice & dice a bitch like a weedwacker
that little bitch she funny, that’s a knee slapper
she was talking foul that’s a lean backer
beat that pussy down like a linebacker
Run it over I’m running shit over I’m running shit over
I’m running shit over I’m running shit over
I’m running shit
Chris Brown – Angel Numbers / Ten Toes ( Lyrics) Letra ChrisBrownVEVO Chris Brown – Angel Numbers / Ten Toes ( Lyrics)
I lost my way, somewhere in another galaxy (‘xy)
Too much to take, these memories, end in tragedy (‘gy)
And all of these places, all of these faces
I didn’t wanna let you down (down)
And all these mistakes of mine, I can’t replace it
I gotta move on somehow
Healing energy on me
Baby, all I really need’s one thing
Healing energy on me
Baby, can you make a wish for me?
Healing energy on me
When it’s 11:11, I need it
Healing energy on me
Baby, can you make a wish for me?
11:11, oh
11:11
When it’s 11:11, I need it
Ooh, ooh
Anxiety
Don’t let the pressure get to your head
You know we play for keeps
Don’t let it go over your head
Heavy stepper, I got too much weight on this
You can see the diamonds, don’t complain on this (me)
We was hustlin’, you niggas got no say on this (no)
I’m just bein’ honest
I’m movin’ steady (shoot)
You can’t buy success, ain’t got no sale on it
You know that God did, he never gon’ fail on us
Too much paper, got me thinkin’ I’ma save all this
I know the opps want it, they love this
Two-tone, got the bussdown like woah (woah)
The streets crazy, they don’t love me no more (ooh)
Not one for pressure, but I’ll bang for my bros (bros)
Walkin’ in giuseppe, I be ten on my toes
Welcome all the smoke (smoke, smoke, smoke, ski)
Mama, pray for me so I won’t fold (fold)
Walkin’ ten toes
I be paranoid, but nobody knows (woah)
Anxiety
Don’t let the pressure get to your head (head)
You know we play for keeps (for keeps)
Don’t let it go over your head
Steady, movin’ onto greater (ghetto, ghetto)
Never thought that I’d be ready (ready)
She let me, I let her keep her things (keep)
She told me, “why didn’t you just fight for it?”
All these baddies, had too many (many)
I promised that I would have died for it
You just had to fuckin’ let me (let me)
Now I’m married to the game, I’m in that
No more change, I’ma buy me some gold (woah)
Three babies, tryna make room for some more (ooh)
Life learnin’ lessons ‘cause you reap what you sow (grow)
Walkin’ in giuseppe, I be ten on my toes
You know I welcome all the smoke (smoke, smoke, smoke, ski)
Mama, pray for me so I won’t fold (fold)
Walkin’ ten toes (ten toes)
I be stressin’ out, but nobody knows (yeah, yeah)
Anxiety (anxiety)
Don’t let the pressure get to your head (don’t let it get to your head)
You know we play for keeps (we play, we play, we play)
Don’t let it go over your head
Know we welcome all the
Welcome all the smoke (welcome all the smoke, ooh)
Mama, pray for me so I won’t fold (fold)
Walkin’ ten toes (ten toes)
I be paranoid, but nobody knows (yeah)
Anxiety (anxiety, yeah, oh)
Don’t let the pressure get to your head (don’t let it get to your head, don’t let it)
You know we play for keeps (we play, we play, we play, play for keeps)
Don’t let it go over your head
YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Wrong [ Lyrics Letra] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Wrong [ Lyrics Letra]
Verse 1
Look, shot the shit, just me and Ten
Shorty house, my big sister kid
Started off, I was broke as fuck
Now I came up and I’m millions in
Shorty whole world fucked up, he need all ends
Fuck a nigga whole world up, take his soul then
You love me? Bitch, you a fuckin’ lie
Treated me bad once, you won me over and I don’t know why
Give it one more chance, I tried, I tried
When grandma died, along my soul died
I’m a lonely child, now just tell me I ain’t shit
Refrain
I know
Let it out or be something wrong
Maybe I showed
That I don’t need them around
Verse 2
Fuckеd up, wish I could call Rich
Fuck that, I don’t know who my friend
Niggas been cliquin’ up with niggas like they want it with mе
All on my shit when I’m around, I got choppers in
And you ain’t safe, bitch, no, I don’t play, bitch
I take this cutter and cut up and shoot you in your fuckin’ face, bitch
Niggas ain’t been playin’ ‘bout shit, when I cry, you won’t try again
I ain’t got no purpose, so I’m gon’ cut up for Big Dump, bitch
We see the enemy, then we dump, dope in my speakers and the trunk, bitch
And ain’t no scorin’, it’s just for one
This for my youngins who see trucks and they run
This for that youngin had to take his partner life behind a gun
This for my mama and that trauma and that time that I done spun
Spinnin’ on you bitch niggas and livin’ like a rich nigga
KD can’t walk, wish I could sit with him or fuck a bitch with him
She eat his dick behind and I kill her, my clique too official
Eighty things, no girl, it be all boy, serve it like that raw hard
I can’t wait ‘til Meech come home so he can get right back in charge
I buy that bitch new Chanel and a Rolls-Royce
If I grab that stick, I cause hell and it’s over
And I’m dumb as shit, I done fell for this girl, God
I looked at my nigga Rich, he can tell
Slime gettin’ high ‘til I think I’m in heaven
‘Cause everyone ‘round do not fit me in hell
Hold up, that bitch don’t want you, you gon’ trap her
I been locked inside the stu’ like a trapper
If we catch one of these rappers, we gon’ wrap them
Seen that lil’ boy, when I came home, I got after
You stupid bitch, Nike make you run way faster, should’ve had some
Now that’s what you get from tryna take the title off of my drum
I was fumblin’ with that chopper, I swung through, they said I had one
And my daddy gettin’ on my ass ‘cause he say we could just sent one
Hall of fame of manipulation in interrogation room
This shit we goin’ through’ll make you choose and want to break the broom
After all that I been through, it make you choose, I don’t got faith in you
They laugh, but I ain’t cool when I abuse, feel like I break the room
We argue as we feud sometimes I just plan on shakin’ you
Battin’ you and just handlin’ you, turn you ‘round and just do what I do
When I come through, I’ll make a body fall
When I come through, lookin’ out for all of y’all Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Better Than Ever ft Rod Wave [ Lyrics ]
Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
I feel like I’m here with Jason
I feel like I made it
Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
I like those chicks cause problems
It make me feel better than ever
I chose that Rolls over ‘Rari
Got in it, feel better than ever
I know she wish she didn’t cross me
I been doin’ better than ever
I take these drugs while exhausted
Have me feelin’ better than ever
Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
I excepted everything that they said ‘bout me, let ‘em keep talkin’, only make me do better
Go harder, I’m special
I’m a thugged-out nigga, my feelings dropped in the letter
I do my shit on all these bitches, I won’t let up
And God chose me
So tell that bitch stop hatin’ on me
So tell that bitch, so tell that broad I hustle hard for everything
Nigga gon’ lose they life, I don’t know one thing, they think they scarin’ me
Came up picturin’ paintin’
I can’t picture pain, them feelings runnin’ through lil’ shorty
She say you did her wrong, I say it’s all me
I say, “Leave shit alone, girl, focus on ballin'”
One day, he’ll see you losing, you’ll see him back calling
Grab the a phone, call up my dog, I don’t know about all this
I don’t know what we beefin’ for
Rolls-Royce and we both in it, should be
Gave this ho my last name, wish she would cheat
Think of everything I achieved and feel relieved
Look at me, designer my clothes (Woah-oh)
I get camo’d down, got several hoes, got several homes
They left me stranded and they left me down
See ‘em blessing and I’m winning, I barely pick up my phone
And they can’t call now
Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
I like those chicks cause problems
It make me feel better than ever
I chose that Rolls over ‘Rari
Got in it, feel better than ever
I know she wish she didn’t cross me
I been doin’ better than ever
I take these drugs while exhausted
Have me feelin’ better than ever
Verse 2: Rod Wave
You on my mind right now
I’ma fly from out of town
I can’t put this cup down
Them pills gon’ make me smile
I was wonderin’ what happened, how’d your love get out of bounds?
I ignored you when you called, read your message, laughed out loud
I’m doin’ way better now, fell in love with my hustle
On the road doin’ shows, jt’s just me and all my brothers
We ain’t got the same parents, but we had the same struggle
‘Member back when we was broke, all we had was each other
And now I’m Maybach ridin’, look how far a nigga came
I was on the block without a thing
I was tryna hustle up a zip, I was tryna rap, tryna sing
If I could take it all back again, there’s so much the shit that I’d change
Hopin’ I don’t die over fame, cousin Brock died over ‘caine
Nigga pillow talkin’ to a bitch, hope he die tryna say my name
And, they say happiness, one day I’ll find
One day, it’ll be alright
Look at me
Tell me, what do you see when you look at me?
I’m finally free
Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
I like those chicks cause problems
It make me feel better than ever
I chose that Rolls over ‘Rari
Got in it, feel better than ever
I know she wish she didn’t cross me
I been doin’ better than ever
I take these drugs while exhausted
Have me feelin’ better than ever
YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Free Sex [ Lyrics ] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Free Sex [ Lyrics ]
Intro
Feel you on this one, Oso
Pre-Chorus
This K2 got me started
I’m so rude, I don’t wanna argue
‘Cause it could turn out very badly, girl, right now
Very badly, yeah, right now D-Roc, oh
Chorus
Match my cool, I’ll treat you badly, yeah, bad choice
I, I, I knew you was a bad start
But I went for the green anyway, good choice
She wanna party, fuck all night long Hey, hey, hey
She wan’ me fuck her with the lights on Oh
On the bottom of them blicks, we got green lights on Okay, okay
So better not come inside this slime zone, oh yeah
Verse
I stay with you, cuttin’ up in the coupe
Seen your shit, you been out there vibin’, I been poppin’ my cool
Bitch, make me pull up on you
Already know how I do
Pull up, young baller, I shoot
At anyone, even you, okay
I’m slime
I put that on Bird ‘nem grave
Tell me straight, I might leave dead, yeah
Oh my
Don’t mind nothing that I say
I might be high anyway, oh
Bridge
Since she takin’ my soul
Now this bitch, she gotta go
I’m a man, I need control
Feelin’ like I’m dying slow
And she don’t even seem to know
Chorus
You match my cool, I’ll treat you badly, yeah, bad choice
I, I, I knew you was a bad start
But I went for the green anyway, good choice
She wanna party, fuck all night long Hey, hey, hey
She wan’ me fuck her with the lights on Oh
On the bottom of them blicks, we got green lights on Okay, okay
So better not come inside this slime zone, yeah
