YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Games of War (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Games of War (en) Lyrics
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Nigga, nigga, hold on
This a motherfuckin' Newport
that I'm smokin' on
Nigga, I've been gettin' money
'fore you wrote a song
Nigga, I've been makin' millions
from across the phone
Hold on, hold on, just left,
Karl Malone (Ayy)
Nigga hoppin' out that window
'fore bro rolled it down
Huh? Hold it, huh, what
the fuck you on?
You ain't bummin' how I'm bummin',
get the fuck from 'round
Nigga, 'fore I was sixteen,
I been left a stain
Nigga, I've been gettin' money
like the Juiceman (Ayy)
Been locked up in them chains,
but still, I'm untamed, huh
That's two million-dollar
rings on my main thing
Huh, made it to his postman,
but we slang 'caine
Nigga, I was broken as a child,
but learned to cope with pain
I was sellin' roxies with Big
Dump, Birdman, and KK
Then I fell in love with that
chopper just like Tay-K
Bang, bang, pussy nigga, better
not lift your head up
Ooh-ooh, I cut up so bad
and then the feds come
Oh-oh, young nigga stayed up trappin'
from the night to sun
I'm ready to roll, me and Ten in that
car, we tryna get at somethin'
Huh, we ain't goin' in from
the first to the third
Nigga, we gon' get it in, I
don't care what you heard
That my big brother, he got money,
he don't care, he gon' serve
Gon' be hustlin' all my life
'til the labels done heard
I been gettin' money,
I been gettin' money
I been gettin' money,
I been gettin' ayy
I come from the South, this pussy
nigga say I'm country
I been gettin' money, bitch, I come
straight from the concrete
Bang, bang, soon as you play some
games, send your ass six feet
Skrrt, skrrt, that's a brand-new
Range, now catch up with me
I got Maraj-Petty, just like I'm Minaj
Baby, I'm Jay Leno, told
'em look at my garage
And I came from Chippewa Street
and I had it hard
Boy, you don't want no war with me,
we'll kill you and your squad
Mama used to buy me scratch-
offs just as a lil' boy
All that tough shit, nigga, we'll stretch
'bout, meet me at the park
All that rah-rah shit, nigga, we don't
play 'bout, we play games of war
Big dirty rod, pop out by the
house and then just, baow
Baby, I been gettin' money, the
whole world they done saw
Baby, I don't think that's funny,
you done squirted in my car
Hold up, they can run up on me,
might be in just by tomorrow
Bitch, I got the wave, I could
grab my phone and hit up Rod
I get nine fifty for one
show, mama, I'm a star
I got mansions all around Utah
that's paid for, I'm that boy
I got daughters and some sons that
been rich since they were born
I got some bitches, they my
gang, initiated like Mulan
We been trappin' all night,
'til the sun fuckin' come
On a Xan all night in
the yard havin' fun
We been hustlin', hustlin',
hustlin', hustlin', I'll
show you how it's done
Try to jack, we end up bustin', bustin',
they know you cannot run, baby
Like I'm bad boy, frrt, frrt
Boomer take your ass down
like a task force
That's a new check, huh,
and I work for it
Bro 'nem got a check that I ain't
gift 'em, nigga, so work for it
"Did you pay him to stab him?"
I say, "No, sarge'"
"Well you gettin' a ticket
for drivin' reckless"
That ain't no charge
"The total four hundred and
twenty-thousand dollars"
She want two of 'em
"Sir, if you got a weapon,
we gon' have to take it"
Herm got two guns
All these fuckin' hundreds
on me, I got blue arms
Drivin' like I ain't got no mind
because my roof gone, huh
Baby, I ain't got no time 'cause
I just came home, huh
I just sold me five verses, get
my slang on, huh, pussy
Just left Karl Malone, uh
Nigga, what the fuck you on?
I need me fifty million,
like right now, oh
Baby, who don't know? Nigga
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