YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Hustler (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Hustler (en) Lyrics
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It's God, family and hustle
Over everything and that's
on everything
Never Broke Again
This the mixtape
DESHAWN
Real neglection, I done showed
her that she special
Teflon, she feel secure 'cause
I'm who fuck her and
protect her way better
Dope boy, we measure, I can't help
you comprehend on these levels
You don't understand me, then it's fuck
'em, I'm a cold-blooded stepper
I'm a hustler, caught him poppin' wheelies,
he been sellin' that coca
Treat 'em somewhere 'round the
world with weed in my leaf
Dope dealers, they always
been my niggas
She been 'round since the storm came,
she don't know how I kiss her
I'm a popular loner
Came up with Ten in the dice
game with my phone off
Better watch your back inside that
cut, you'll get rolled on
I ain't do one thing special
for you in so long
Oh, now we here, let's get this clear
All to the field, they play to kill
Anybody 'round this way, I promise
not to let them live
I'm a figure, no Apollo
Buttons trailin' on my rear
I'm in this bitch, one zip, you trip
and we gon' leave you here
Arguin' with her, she gon' sit back
and probably blame it on my job
Tell her friend I ain't happy with
my music and take it out on her
Bitch, stop the bappin' I been havin'
in the cabin with the stars
I got these dancers in here dancin'
while I'm leanin' off that oil
Finally made it out with
all, that my boy
In the cell, we both was scarred,
he had watched me take it hard
Nigga, fuck 'em, I'll cancel
out the whole tour, nigga knowin'
'bout how Top do it
Collectin' millions, no trippin', they
ain't listen when I talk to 'em
I'll give that bitch a million if
she turnin' up my influence
Watch it as I speak it,
it be too fluent
I just want to help 'em out,
I don't salt 'em down, I
been done out grew 'em
Still investin' and collectin',
you know how I'm doin', Top
They can get critical
No, uh, I'll rephrase it
I say they can get lyrical
When it come to this gangster shit
and real life situations
I'ma spit it in a whole different form,
nigga, I'ma make it critical
You pussy-ass niggas
You know what? It ain't
even about no nigga
That my bipolarness kickin' in, go
This was for all the hustlers
Ain't nobody gon' outwork me
Ain't nobody gon' outwork Deshawn
Let's hustle
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