Tag: YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Big Truck [Official Music Video] Lyrics
Look, look, look, huh, huh

Sick of bitch niggas from the city with that rappin’
They know I make it happen, I ain’t rappin’ (Uh-uh)
I’m on dope, man, bitch, and I’m actin’ (Yeah)
He’ll diss me, bitch, and I smashed him (Haha)
Pop your top with that, it’s up and stashed, it came so back together
Bitch, I do you dirty, come through, swervin’ with that black barretta
Rolling Loud, want million-dollar cash, what ‘bout Coachella?
I want that shit that make you flash, ‘cause it smoke better
Racks on a nigga ho’, racks, I just do it better
Racks, that lil’ nigga broke, I put his ass on top to stretch
I’ll rob you on the second time I met you, bitch
Talkin’ ‘bout beefin’, when I meet you, greet you with a blitz
Man, I hate a pussy nigga

Yeah, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga
Pussy boy, I see you lookin’ at me
I had them young niggas in yours, waitin’ in bushes, nigga
Youngin pop out, wavin’ with the rod, and he tryna cook a nigga
I’ma act bad, and I’m gon’ flash out these thirty jiggers
Yeah, that’s my feelings ‘bout my cousin, and we murder niggas
I’ma get him zipped, straight out the rip, that’s if he swervin’ with you
Claim that he rare, know who he is, he got ‘em savin’ with you
I’m a big truck (What?)
Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip up
We don’t give no fucks, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin’
Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil’ mama, “Let me feel somethin'”

I really be gone on Thanksgiving, them niggas inpersonatin’
Them pussy niggas, they ain’t ‘bout nothin’, and it’s two souls to hate me
I’ll rob you, bitch, I’ll shoot you, bitch, I’ll jack you out your paper
Take all my chains off, jumped in with five, I’m tryna face ‘em
I don’t trust no bitch, no
I know that that ho’ gon’ fuck on anybody livin’ room
Nah, I’m with that street, come from that trench, pullin’ kick doors
They won’t let me body, wanna see a nigga fall down
Want me to help ‘em out or slit my throat, because they been broke

Yeah, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga
Pussy boy, I see you lookin’ at me
I had them young niggas in yours, waitin’ in bushes, nigga
Youngin pop out, wavin’ with the rod, and he tryna cook a nigga
I’ma act bad, and I’m gon’ flash out these thirty jiggers
Yeah, that’s my feelings ‘bout my cousin, and we murder niggas
I’ma get him zipped, straight out the rip, that’s if he swervin’ with you
Claim that he rare, know who he is, he got ‘em savin’ with you
I’m a big truck (What?)
Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip up
We don’t give no fucks, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin’
Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil’ mama, “Let me feel somethin'”

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Black ( Official Music Video ) Lyrics
Hm, hm, hm, mm
Pull up, G-Wagon, uh, mm
Mm
Different, mm (They hoes)
Uh, hey, yeah, uh-huh (These niggas, they hoes)
We don’t fuck with these niggas, they hoes (What?)
Fire, bitch, gang, uh, uh, uh (We don’t fuck with these niggas, they hoes)
Mm, mm (We don’t fuck with these niggas, they hoes)

Who the fuck is lil’ shawty? Where the fuck is your nigga?
How you get to this party? Don’t bring Backwoods, I like Swishers
I gotta Draco in the sack now, shoot the car, tryna knock out the engine
I keep this shit kickin’ on top of my pendant
Dirty rod in my pouch, gotta know I ain’t slippin’ (Go)
Black, hm, hm, I want everything black, uh (Black)
I want everything black (Black), I’m buyin’ everything, black (Black)
I want that ass, fat, my Range Rover black
I want a whole ‘nother bag, huh, I want a hunnid round Gat
And I want lil’ shawty, she bad, huh, I wanna beat in the back
And I wanna kill all my opps, they ain’t comin’ back
I want hit her, she thick (Woo), I wanna keep dissin’ on tracks
And I went bought like thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair
Wait, hm, like a nigga Ric Flair, mm
And I want damn near thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair
Ha, haha, like a nigga Ric Flair, ha
And I’m so high, might fly a bitch off, finna dye my hair
These rappers be talkin’ this shit and they broke
And they know for a fact I make slimes pull up
They be stealin’ the swag so we fuckin’ they hoe
Pick her up, beat the bitch in the back of my truck
I don’t care, all this money not here for the shirt
Lil’ ride me on top while I sit in the chair
I be fiendin’, bitch, I be takin’ these [?]
I could pull her shit off ‘cause I pay for the hair
Different, mm-ah
I don’t fuck with these niggas, they hoes
We don’t fuck with these niggas, they hoes
Why you think we be fuckin’ they hoes?
Tell ‘em that I was just fuckin’
How you think that I pay for that Rolls?
I just kept dope in the paint
They know that I brought my bros
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