YoungBoy Never Broke Again - What You Say (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - What You Say (en) Lyrics
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(Fuck what they say) I done
made it out the storm
(Shit, you know I did) Check
my bank, I made new commas
(I can't) I can't take no
break, I'm way too young
I wan' count up every day I'm out
Try to take anything to keep my
sane, I've been hustlin', I been
grindin' hard, on my mama
Side ho actin' lame, with my main
I been fussin', I got too much
money for these problems
I wan' take these drugs with
my friends, huh, oh
I got all these hoes, all these
clothes in my crib, yeah
I fucked on them both,
yes, I did, yeah
You can't trust these hoes, I won't
hold you, that's what it is, yeah
Huh, I'm too real
Draco in my pea coat, I need some right
hеre, pussy nigga get killed, oh
Playin' 'round with thеse millions,
lil' bro (Lil', lil' bro)
Pull up to this party, not for fun
Make sure I stack my money tall
Know that I look nice
enough for someone
Fresher, I might leave
here with lil' shawty
Ayy, all this drama, baby,
I'm too rich for that
Ayy, all these commas like
I'm an aristocrat
Ayy, in Bahamas, posted with
my bitch with that
Say that he want problems, it's no
problem, we got shit for that
Windows tinted, whip is all black
And my credit card lookin'
all platinum
And your bitch told me
she want all action
Hit it once with a gold Magnum
I don't really care 'bout
what the blogs say
'Cause my mama good and
my dogs straight
You know if you could,
you'd be on the same
I'm in Hollywood, gettin' all faded
I swear, I can't take breaks,
I'm too young
Strip club, throwin' up dubs
You can't tell me nothin'
Two hundred in my cup
I was paid to be in this club
No, I don't do shit for fun
Makin' sure I stack my money tall
Hey, it's gotten cold, I walk
that ice with stompers on
Tommy fold, give 'em somethin'
they can copy off
Talk is talk, I'm super sweet,
but chopper long
That chain you gave her on, she told
me, "Fuck the diamonds off"
I did, I'm poppin' off and
I can't never clock off
Hey, I can't have my baby
rocker rockin' knockoffs
Hey, my buddies gonna slide and
maybe spin that block off
Hey, fishtail off that lot and
chop-chop-chop that top off
I can't do this alone
She a pain on the tone
If you say you will follow me down
I would happily drown
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