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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Dirty Thug [Official Audio] Lyrics

I take these drugs with no party
I told that girl that I’m sorry
I seen what was said and it scarred me
Guess what got me actin’ this way? (D-Roc)

Why the fuck I can’t get mad? They left, I ain’t enough
I been tryna find happiness in myself, I lost my trust
Seen it wasn’t no angel in that girl, I lost my lust
I don’t give no fuck about that field, I lost my girl

Yeah, this bitch ain’t mine, ain’t gon’ lie, the devil’s in my world
And you know that I’m toxic, mad, I’ll kill somebody
Bitch, you know I ain’t with that cappin’, play, I drill somebody (Huh)
I’ll go all out ‘bout your love, I beef with anybody
No, I ain’t bow down to that girl ‘cause I is somebody
And I’m worth the love, I can’t make you cherish me
And I’m worth your love and you knew what you was gettin’ into, now, why you embarrass me?
All these hoes just want your shoes, they don’t like you married me
I get mad and flash in the crib, she might record me
I pop a pill, then start customizin’ my ‘Rari
I let this ho come sneak in, I’m sorry
I, if you leave, gon’ be with my Nari, yeah

Why the fuck I can’t get mad? They left, I ain’t enough
For these people, why I do shit? Don’t do shit for myself
I’m here with you, but feel like my heart left
I been tryin’ and I need help

Fuck makeup, I fly you ‘round the world like daddy (Like daddy)
Pay you racks, I charge you up, you just like daddy (Just like daddy)
I’m with her, don’t need no dada, fuck that daddy (Fuck that daddy)
Got my white bitch, she better no tell nobody I date her
Huh, huh, head was nice, but she better not tell nobody I paid her
Huh, rich as fuck, I’m a real big shark, I’m bitin’ on all the ladies
Wrong as fuck, gotta make this shit up, I’m buyin’ her all the latest
Push the button on somethin’, I don’t give one fuck
Better tell them, don’t play with me

In the Spider when she pulled in, ridin’ in that big body
She was in the studio watchin’ movies, nigga, I was in that mode
I say, “Soon as I walked in, you know that I dig inside it”

Huh, I’m fuckin’ up, but she not givin’ up, give a fuck ‘bout no slut, I’m in love with that girl
Try lovin’ me, know that it’s hard as fuck, she not givin’ a fuck, so I’m owin’ that girl
Someone better than me, know you destined to see and I’m destined to meet someone I don’t need
I ain’t gettin’ no better, I’m beggin’ you, please
On the dance floor with the devil
Can you come take over for him please?
I say, can you come step in and dance with me?
Off-White, money comin’ left and right, you the last thing make me complete
I take these drugs with no party
I told that girl I was sorry
I’m on my shit, oh, now pardon me (Pardon me)
I saw some shit, sad, and it scarred me
Huh, no time to be misled, don’t fuck around with my peace
Bitch brain good, was in my bed, ho might as well just leave
Fuck boy, with that hatin’, he don’t now I barely much sleep
If I pay the fee, they gon’ spray him, get his brain bust in the street

Fuck makeup, I fly you ‘round the world like daddy
Huh, pay them racks, I charge you up, you just like daddy
I’m with you, don’t need no dada, fuck that daddy
Bitch, I’m through, sincere, the dada, ho, I hate you

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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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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Chopstick Ft BEN10 [Official Audio] Letra, Lyrics:
Bro ridin’ ‘round wit’ a stolen stick
And, you already know that he make it hit
And, you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue lighted me, I ain’t stoppin’ for ‘em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for ‘em
I say, “Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly”
And, I came up from out of that mud, talkin’ so deep
I’ma shotta, my girl, come here, tell ‘em [?]
We run wit’ bumbaclot’s for real, I’m gon’ make ‘em bleed

We bendin’, when we late, most my cars they got exhaust
Ride ‘round in stolen cars, catch one, knock ‘em off
Marley, mommy, I’m not tryna be violent
It’s not safe on my island, you ain’t wit’ that, you dying
See lil bro’nem be wylin’, they send shots through his body
No, she not scared and she like me, I wan’ fuck wit’ her body
Alright, I’m a blood, idol
Know we leave shit dead, that my blood body

Bro ridin’ ‘round wit’ a stolen stick
And, you already know that he make it hit
And, you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue lighted me, I ain’t stoppin’ for ‘em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for ‘em
I say, “Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly”
And, I came up from out of that mud, talkin’ so deep
I’ma shotta, my girl, come here, tell ‘em [?]
We run wit’ bumbaclot’s for real, I’m gon’ make ‘em bleed

I got by “Ten”, I be takin’ the hits
Bro out of town, still sendin’ the blitz
He want ‘em dead? he gone by six
I go by “Lil’ Ben”, I’m real as it get
I go by “Lil’ Ben”, I’m real as it get
Straight up out of that North, I be steppin’ on shit
We up in the court, while you writin’ a diss
He signed for two-hundred, spent that on my bitch
Another two-fifty, it’s just for the clique
We takin his soul, made his brother carry him
We wiped his nose, he clean but slimer than a bitch
The city know, he shoot it up and leave ‘em dead behind his bro
Bitch ass nigga
Scary ass nigga, wanna be a gravedigger
My brother Lil Top, our nuts way bigger
Straight out the gutter, just me and my niggas
We go to a party, we packin’ a pistol
Had it cocked back ever since I was little
Spittin’ at the back, ain’t blowin’ no whistle
Put you on the list, they comin’ to get you
Oh, they steppin’ with Ten, them niggas official (Yeah)

Bro ridin’ ‘round wit’ a stolen stick
And, you already know that he make it hit
And, you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue lighted me, I ain’t stoppin’ for ‘em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for ‘em
I say, “Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly”
And, I came up from out of that mud, talkin’ so deep
I’ma shotta, my girl, come here, tell ‘em [?]
We run wit’ bumbaclot’s for real, I’m gon’ make ‘em bleed

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I Heard [Official Audio] Letra, Lyrics:
Woah (K4 produced it)
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah (Skeeo, this shit crazy, fool)
Six in the mornin’ (Free my brother)
I say, look, ayy, it’s Lil Top, nigga
My team in the hood die ‘bout me
Look, look

Look, I’m up at six in the mornin’
I told my bitch pull up on me
I heard them hitters they on me
My army not sleepin’ for nothin’
Creep up and run down on somethin’
I heard they say that they thuggin’
I heard they said I was pussy
I said don’t try me for nothin’
I heard
I heard a pussy nigga got hit up with that blick, he couldn’t do shit, wasn’t with that shit
I heard a nigga got swerved out and he was with his bitch, that ho got hit
I heard [cough] last breath comin’ from that bitch

I heard you don’t like me, I don’t like you neither, nigga
How the fuck you claim you won’t fight me? Bitch, I’m a killer
All white tee, some Nike slippers and a pistol, I’m too realer
Most nights five, I don’t even sleep behind my motherfuckin’ nigga
They been rappin’, I’ma zip ‘em, put that on Dave
Take off his face, look in his eyes, how I was raised
I’m on frontline inside these days, yeah
Bitch, bang your gang ‘cause I know I’m gon’ do the same
Come snatch my chain, I’ll bust your brain, shoot up your whole funeral in vain
Mama, I weigh just like a hundred pounds, somehow I still been stayin’ strong
Unhealthy in this shit, I been gettin’ wealthy in this shit
I got a wife, at night she hold me down, but if my money up, then gone
Got me back up in the North, I barely made it out that bitch
I say ooh, yeah
Put shit on the news
Drop shit with that chopstick, let that bitch hit, go boom
They ain’t tell you I pop shit, tell ‘em go watch the news
And I say ooh, come on, huh
Put shit on the news
Dirty thirty, this my stick, pop shit, can’t move
Bitch, I’m pullin’ up with that mop stick, bullets flyin’ out the room
I have ‘em swang back, they do shit dirty, can’t trust ‘em, they keep me worried
Cut throat ‘em, they all deserve it, I say fuck ‘em, I say fuck ‘em
I see them plottin’, they throw, I curve it
I just sit back, watch, I observe it
I, I see these bitch niggas they claimin’ that they love me
I held it down from top to bottom
These hoes be laughin’ at my trauma
I say I got serious problems, I say I wanna kill somebody, bitch
Snaked by ones I love and it’s fucked up, but ain’t your problem
Look, I barely trust my mama, I say I ain’t got nobody, bitch
Fuck nigga, I’ll kill you once and I wish I could twice
Tell ‘em close they fuckin’ mouth, they don’t know shit about my life
But a nigga that I merked, or a ho I did wrong or right
Nigga, I’m rich, so suck my dick, I don’t give a fuck about no stripes

Look, I’m up at six in the mornin’
I told my bitch pull up on me
I heard them hitters they on me
My army not sleepin’ for nothin’
Creep up and run down on somethin’
I heard they say that they thuggin’
I heard they said I was pussy
I said don’t try me for nothin’
I heard
I heard a pussy nigga got hit up with that blick, he couldn’t do shit, wasn’t with that shit
I heard a nigga got swerved out and he was with his bitch, that ho got hit
I heard [cough] last breath comin’ from that bitch

(K4 produced it)
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Just Flow [Official Audio] Letra, Lyrics:
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(My nigga Brando been sick with it)
(Say, Brando, what it’s hittin’ for?)
Uh, yeah, Top nigga, let’s get that money, nigga
It ain’t no time to waste
It ain’t time to play wit’ these pussy ass niggas

Did they send my money? That’s a big advance (Yeah)
Got shawty countin’ up these hundreds, nigga
In a minute, need more rubber bands
Had to tell my bro’nem, “Don’t fuck up that plan”
My neck so flushed, how I’m turnt up
Gon’ leave with so many ho’s tonight, need an extra sprinter van
Jump out the whip and stop that man, bitch, I don’t play no games
Boy step, they bang, each one bust brains
If you up in war, need to do the same
Bought my first car, bought my first chain
I’m legendary, plus a vet’ inside the murder game
And I’m runnin’, got the law wan’ come in
Freeze me, to teach me, try breach me, probably saw me on the TV
Now, wan’ make me a repeat
I flood my bitch in CC, don’t worry ‘bout it
She paid and got her body poppin’, I’m paid and got my whips exotic
Have a shootout how I’m rockin’, tell ‘em, “Stop it”
Bitch ass boy know I’m with that, with a rocket sittin’ back
Push your shit back
What’s that you talkin’ ‘bout?
Bitch, you ain’t like that, that’s my strike at
Second one, that’ll be your deathbed, Top known to split heads
Cut down, six twelves and two fours, can’t play the short bed
Know my slimes around, and they all about that
They’ll hang about that
Quick to take the Glock and whoop this nigga head, the fuck you said?
Had it on my mind, we be slangin’ iron
We been tendin’ slimes since they been dead
Mama say, “Fuck ‘em”, I’ma cutthroat ‘em
Leave him stretched right on side where he stay at

Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Bitch nigga, don’t play with me
Never break and entering, spray with me
Never laid with me, better watch what the fuck you say to me
Niggas know I kept them Ks with me
And ChoppaBoy, that’s E
I was sixteen, havin’ him stop, jump out and clear the whole street
Might start a beef
I’m gone off lean, but grind by any means
Count paper up, fuck haters
I’m on papers, still gettin’ dirty, I’m tryna shake ‘em
Bought this Glock off da Methylamine, home of the Saints dress like a Laker
He dressin’ black but servin’ gray, call him a Raider
Who plannin’ on steppin’ on me? I send plenty rounds through your town
Lil’ shawty just wanna come over, she plan on me takin’ her down
They wanna know how a nigga make live the mac life
Spend hundred thousand dollars all on clothes to keep my swag right
Oh-oh-oh
Hm, I live a mac life, she know I’m wan’ get up in it
Get on top me, in the Bentley, baby girl, these windows tinted (Oh-oh-oh)
Tell them niggas I ain’t friendly, they know I’m a fuckin’ menace, huh

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I Want His Soul [Official Audio] Letra, Lyrics:
[Intro]
They been talkin’ bad, bad ‘bout me
They been talkin’ bad
They been talkin’ bad, bad ‘bout me
They know I’ma flash, don’t play wit’ me
Huh, who that is knockin’ on it
[?]
Haa, look

[Verse 1]
Thirty stick, pocket can’t fit, ’36 servin’ that shit
Plannin’ on murderin’ a bitch, don’t fuck wit’ that, don’t fuck wit’ that
Rerock tucked inside his sock, he smokin’, ain’t sellin’ that shit
Pop ‘em, and we make ‘em smell that bitch, the law gon’ smell that bitch
[?] hit, take off his dome, I’m on that Skully shit
That’s my cousin, I hope you don’t fuck wit’ this
I’m gon’ kill all your kids, lost soul
I say, “Grandma, tell my God that I’m coming home”
They want me gone, but I ain’t scared
You lose your head ‘bout what you said
I bang that green, my symbol red
Now, free my slimes from out the feds
Now, pussy nigga, what you said?
You know I be on that, you talk that shit, can’t take it back
You ain’t shit to me, just another hat
Call his mama, I’ll help that bitch bury his ass
Thеse niggas hate Big 5, huh
Becausе, they brother or cousin died
Because, they bitch want to fuck the slime
They know the realest one is, I
Lil Phat gone, inside the sky
Hold it down and I don’t know ‘em
I pick my phone up, call up Shyne, “I need Young Thug back on my charm”
I pick my phone up, call them slimes
These pussy niggas, I can’t ignore ‘em
I know this one, he got some sense
And, just one want meet my arm, that I bare wit’
Wipe his nose, show that pussy nigga that I slatt shit
Brrt, baow, baow, no comin’ back bitch
Shoulda been my friend, but you want to be a demon, huh
I ain’t that type of nigga that’ll fill your bitch up wit’ my semen, nah
I’ma spit in that bitch face and make her tell you that, “That nigga foul”
It’s fuck you out that gate, and if you play, bitch, I’ma lay you down
Lay law down in that murder town, choppa bullets sprayin’ ‘round
Tell that pussy, “Pick you up”, by night, he still be layin’ down
I’m wit’ that, I don’t fuck around
Can’t wait ‘til I catch that clown
Pussy tryna steal my whole swag, I get ‘em dragged
Run down on his ass, he get no pass, he gon’ get smashed
Haa, young nigga not more bloody than me
Hand full, I count on my feet
Pussy ass nigga ain’t more Skully than me
Came in this game, and I’m known to beef
Real slimeball, they known to creep
Catch ‘em down bad, knock ‘em off his feet

Grim reaper, I say, “I see nothin’ but evil”
I see niggas wanna be us
But, they never prayed to you, once
No, I want his soul
I just want to bust his dome
Put that nigga feet inside the air, he want to see us (Nigga, yeah)
Show that nigga that this shit ain’t pretty, tryna be us

[Verse 2]
Nigga, soon as you see us, we hold that heat up
Better not have your mamacita wit’ you, she get left put up
Flash it, glrrt, flash it, blrrt, you get the picture
Fuck wit’ them real gravediggers, the one’s that do real rituals (Oh, yeah)
If I say that I want you dead, might as well go call the feds
Ain’t none, ain’t stoppin’ ‘til we get to you, I’m gon’ bust your head
I’m like, “One, two, three, four, five, six”, nigga fuck that count, It’s twelve
You gon’ be thirteen, I’m gon’ send your stupid, scary ass, to hell
Fuck who you is, them looks prevail
Did too much time inside them cells
Fuck who you kill, look, I’m too real
Got to show me, better than you spell or rhyme, nigga
Pussy, we slang iron, nigga
Once you cross that line, nigga
Your whole family dyin’, nigga (I want his soul)
[Outro]
They been talkin’ bad, bad ‘bout me
They gon’ see me flash, now, why you play wit’ me
Now, hold on, I hope that don’t be my P.O. knockin’ at my door
Cause, she don’t even know the kid been tryna heal up his soul
Grim reaper, I say, “I see nothin’ but evil”
I see niggas wanna be us
But, they never prayed to you, once
No, I want his soul
I just want to bust his dome
Put that nigga feet inside the air, he want to see us (Nigga, yeah)
Show that nigga that this shit ain’t pretty, tryna be us
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