NBA YoungBoy - Loner Life (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NBA YoungBoy - Loner Life (en) Lyrics
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You still think about me and don't
like the way that I live
Still can't figure out
the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem, "He's
a loner, not much love,
he ain't got none" (Woo-woo)
Thirty poppa came over (Woo,
thirty poppa), come out the
window, hangover (Woo)
Super trendy, put that shit on
with no stylist, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid
bands like ten thousand, uh
She know I got that bag,
I want her bad (Woo)
She know I'ma stand on this shit, ok
Turn the phone off 'til
my whole grind turn on
Rich and he ain't got no
mind, what's wrong?
I got the money, I changed my persona
Bulletproof whip, how I'm gon'
hit the corner, I'm in it (Woo,
in it, I'm in it, yeah)
Standin' on top of these niggas, yeah
Mama, you got it, I did it, yeah
On top of the mountains with
millions, woah (Woo)
My kids gon' have it and get it (Woo)
I just might go buy my
sister a Bentley
I just might give my grandfather
a ticket (Top)
She know I'm a thug nigga, I got hitters,
and know I got drugs with me
From the bottom, the
Nawf, grew up in it
I come home from jail and they
wanna put slugs in me
'Cause I'm standin' on business, don't
fuck with them, nada percentage
The pendant got floods in it
Switch the wheels and you know
it gon' rub different
From the gutter and still
in the mud with it
Double R (Double R, double R), I take
the top off that motherfucker
I pull up in that Rover,
it's chalk color
Up inside the Goyard, that's
a dirty cutter
I done ran up that fetty
on all these niggas
Bullets rain like confetti,
you played with it
Come from walking with holes
inside my tennis
I accomplished some goals, ain't
playin' tennis (Come on, slime)
Thirty poppa came over (Thirty
poppa), come out the window,
hangover (Woo, hangover)
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