YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Ten Talk (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Ten Talk (en) Lyrics
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Ayy, hello? (Who is this?)
I just got off the phone with
DDawg (Not gonna say)
Ayy, you keep bein' stuck up in your
ways, you gon' fall, slime (Goddamn,
BJ with another one)
Man, I know that shit, nigga
Yeah, don't know, ayy,
but look, though
I ran up that money so
muthafuckin' high
Ayy, I swear to God I could
stop rappin' now, nigga
I wouldn't give a fuck about
what you think, bitch
I can't take the clean
route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now,
lil' nigga, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block,
can fill up arena
I'm turnt up, you try and
get your face blown
I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up
rollin' on some ignorant shit
Know the opp pack potent, police pull
us over, bitch, get rid of it
Motherfuck them shows, I ain't leavin'
my home, bitch, I'm really rich
And I'm so caught up in my ways
I tint out all that shit
Order seven-fifty from the bank
and they say, "Goddamn"
I ain't gotta walk in, I just
call, they know who I am
Flex on Instagram and go to
tweakin', seem like I spam
So many plaques around this bitch, fuck
who don't like what I'm sayin'
Swervin' in that Lam' with the
gang, we all tool totin'
You start this shit on Dump and
end it with the tool blowin'
Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul,
but my bro stole it
Swipe so much, interior rig,
I think my car totaled
Yeah, fuck your lingo, how
you bummin', nigga?
I'ma post the Trey on 38,
I hear ya comin', nigga
Probably got my stick out with a big
ass stack of hundreds, nigga
Better have your stick out,
release six off when you
turnin', nigga (Uh, mm)
How you get them cars and all that
jewelry, nigga? I don't know
How you spent that money and still
got millions, nigga? I don't know
How I got all them bitches and don't
want one, nigga? I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck
it, let your chrome blow
(Ayy, why you been on some stupid
shit with everybody YoungBoy?)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, why you feel like all
these hoes ain't shit?)
(Ayy, I really do know, but
I really don't know)
(ayy, just roll a blunt up and
light the strong, nigga, bah)
Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke,
then let your chrome blow
Bitch, stop all that hatin', just come
say somethin', what you on, foe?
Jumpin' in that Maybach, in
my styrofoam, red dope
I'm full of pills, in my Bentley,
who that is? Your ho
Why them bitches don't want nominate
Lil Top? I don't wan' know
I'm from the streets, I got that
guap, this shit I'm blessed for
This shit around my wrist'll get you
popped or get you stepped on
But on the other end, I don't get nothin'
unless I get one-fifty a show
Savage nigga, I don't know
Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don't know
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