YoungBoy Never Broke Again - BIG (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - BIG (en) Lyrics
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Hey, Ms. Paris, can I take
you out to London?
You can ask about me, I know
how to make you money
Book a jet for you and your friends,
that's that bag, it ain't nothin'
I come from that North where all
your crimes turn to somethin'
How all these robberies and murders
turned to millions, bitch
My neighbors runnin', tellin'
pawpaw how I'm killin' shit
He said that shit up in that
song, he wish he never
did (Wish he never did)
I'm out that window right or
wrong, I'm a Backyardigan
Q50, FN, Trailblazer, my daddy gifted
It broke down on me, I was takin'
Brianna to school and
I had one strap up in it
We gon' run down on him, he a
nail, we hammеr the fool and
then we keep it kickin'
And I always find my fuckin' way to
jail likе I was born in prison
Got the tank sittin' in front
my house, nigga, and
it drive on water, nigga
That sixty thousand for that cross,
I'ma put it on my daughter
I got these ninjas 'round,
huh, like I'm a biker boy
Better keep your pistol 'round,
you play soft, we gon'
hit you hard, bitch
Pink Bentley, yellow Demon,
red Bentley, Rolls-Royce
I pulled up inside a
Urus, then the car
Big pendant, big watch,
big knots, oh, Lord
Baby, I'm a thug, shawty
told me I'm a star
Big, build mansions everywhere,
nigga, I am that boy
Come pull up where I live, I keep
security in the yard, nigga
Nigga tried to throw a brick and hide
his hand, we gon' kill him for it
I'm makin' sure my convoy don't
avoid, I can't, oh, no
Me and Meechy through your window, bitch,
I'm creepin' on my tippy toes
Four-door Jag', I'm slidin', that's
me and Choppa in here smokin' dope
Nigga yappin', I had youngin stab the
bitch soon as he hit the door
I'ma bat her, she keep movin'
'round my styrofoam
I be preachin' like a pastor, I get
active, what type of time you on?
I'm fuckin' up, you movin'
backwards, bitch, just stack
it and keep movin' on
Uppin' with the tool when it
go down, I'ma break some
rules, you play me wrong
I don't like them dudes, she
playin' they song, I'ma kick
this bitch up out my home
Look, baby, I'm inside a Flying
Dutchman (Dutchman)
We put choppers in Davy Jones'
locker, nigga, touch me
Play 'round with the don dada,
this shit get ugly
I been poppin' this shit, they hate me
so much that I know they love me
I'm makin' sure my convoy
don't avoid (Nah, never)
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