YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Freestyle [ Lyrics ] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Freestyle [ Lyrics ]I just ain’t wanna stop talkin’, man, I don’t know why
Man, I wanna act stupid ‘round this bitch or somethin’, man
Evidently, I been shoppin’ with Ken
I don’t wanna go through this no more
Ayy, I don’t wanna hurt you, have to let you go
I know
I hold it down, don’t never leave me lonely, don’t do me wrong
Big diamonds on me, mmm
Ooh
These times of the mornin’, I be lonely, slime
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ayy, talk that shit, Top
Do you love me? Can I trust you? Do you deserve me? Do I irk you?
Keep that burner on me, run up on me I’m burnin’ somethin’, ooh
Can’t take this pain out my body
But fuck that, I got these diamonds on me, young nigga, I been shinin’ like a star, I know my body
Fuck that, they took my daddy, but won’t come take away my lil’ brother
Mmm, 3, tell ‘em I’m ‘bout business, I hold it down around this motherfucker, nigga
Don’t nobody have a job but my grandfather, nigga
So fuck you think payin’ for everything for my mother and my sister and my brother, nigga?
I’m so fucked up, I made it out, I’m rich as fuck and how I feel, I’m still caught up in the struggle, nigga
But shit, I’m great, they let my nigga out, my day one, DDawg, that’s my fuckin’ brother, nigga
Huh, he’ll chase you down
Twelve years old, he knock one off, we had to sit ten years around, man, man
Tired of all these fake-ass people ‘round me, smilin’, tryna down me
All this pussy-ass whisperin’, what you sayin’ about me?
Bitch, let me catch like one thing
I put this on my mama, I’m too real, I let you inside my life, I’ma slime you, I’m gangster, bitch
I’m danger, nigga, R.I.P. my uncle, he got hit all in his head tryna rob a nigga, man
This shit man, it’s some- stranger, like my nigga Jim Morrison, everything strange
Even the women, when you don’t wanna be with ‘em or try to get any
Man, I’m ready go back to prison
I ain’t, I ain’t got no love in this bitch, I ain’t got no great feeling
Damn, I got that big Bentley, ride up in it and I swear to God, I feel amazin’ in it, been winnin’, nigga
Opps on my ass, I got a bed, I got that bag, make me mad, I got them hitters, put your face up in it, nigga
Man, tell them ‘bout the niggas that was beefin’ with me
Put four of his brothers’ face on a tee, that bitch been sleepin’ with it
Look, man, tell them ‘em ‘bout them niggas that was beefin’ with me
Put four of his brothers’ face on top his fuckin’ t-shirt, nigga, huh?
Man, it’s lil’ Top, I keep my Glock, don’t want no problem with you, no, just leave me ‘lone, just carry on
Just carry on, I’m tryna move ‘round, I don’t want you, just leave me ‘lone, I got a bad bitch in my home
Let me do anything I want, I buy her anything I want, she tell me anything to please me
Gang, these pussy niggas ain’t ‘bout nothin’, I put you straight inside my trunk, you niggas Stevie, don’t wan’ see me
On God
What the fuck, why I’m up early in that mornin’?
Everybody in this room don’t know nothin’ ‘bout me
Or they probably wanna come kill DDawg, he dog somethin’
But I guarantee you, I’ll kill something, I’ll hurt all y’all
Why? ‘Cause, you my motherfuckin’ hoes and I’m a big dog
I know you wouldn’t even hold it down
Y’all followin’ niggas that even sold me down
Bitch, I ain’t no clown, nigga, fuck y’all
I’m out my mind, ooh
Let me hit my knees one more time, ooh
I’m a soldier, I thought I told you
I’ll run down on you
Come here
I’ll run down on you
Bitch, come here, come here
I get to singin’ them blues, how you in blue?
I make the sound with my, I make the, I make the, make the Glock make the tunes
Ooh
Oh, I got my Glock makin’ tunes
Ooh
These dog-ass hoes don’t love me
I buy ‘em anything, that’s why they sit up, put up with anything
I gave her a wedding ring and that bitch ain’t my wife for nothing
I’m how I done came, just like a man, I’m strictly thuggin’
All them times I was being lame, if I hurt you, girl, I love you
They don’t wanna see me ballin’, I been caught up in some trouble
Ooh, I crack him, crack his dome, won’t pay a nigga they motherfuckin’ money
Ooh, ooh, I get active, nigga
Bracelet on my leg, you pussy niggas know I’m comin’
Don’t do no runnin’
I’ll gun you down, hit you all back, you’ll hit your stomach, bitch
Ooh, lil’ Top, lil’ Top, Kentrell
I can’t leave home right now for nothin’
I ain’t goin’, ain’t goin’ for shit
I can’t leave home right now for nothin’
I swear to God
I wake up every day, late night, morning, for money
I’m tryna get it in
I ain’t got no help, I ain’t got no friends
All four of them joints
I hope you got money
Inside my career, feel like Al Bundy
Plenty risks, nigga, on God
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