YoungBoy Never Broke Again - GUAPI (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - GUAPI (en) Lyrics
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Balenciaga with my Guapi on
(My Guapi on, on, yeah)
I say, I pour mud in my Styrofoam
(Inside my Styrofoam, oh, oh)
I been tryna say a prayer for grandma
to come home (Oh, oh, oh)
Guess I'm living in an imaginary place
I say, I guess I'm livin' like a
villain up inside his last days
Can't buy my grave spot by grandma,
then put me on side Lil' Dave
We done been so long with each other,
built a home with each other,
how the fuck do we get you?
Hold on, you done seen me down and
I bubble, I'm a motherfuckin' hustler,
you already know I been here
I been tryna hide it from my child,
this shit ain't right here
I'm just stayin' right here
I just make sure that
my cup stay muddy
I got that Essie on, I
know you jockin' me
I got black Prada on and
some Givenchy jeans
I spray that Draco 'round, bitch,
you better not play with me
I'm dangerous
I know that you ain't easy to be tamed
I just cuffed my cup, like,
fuck that love, oh, oh
I just cut her off, don't need
that girl, oh, no, no more
Pressed her on my wall, then
gave her cheese like an NFT
She wan' be my cameraman, fly
out to come sit with me
Big Maybach, bitch, let me breathe
I'm feelin' special, I might
fly her out to LA, yeah
I got my weapon, it turn violent
if you test me, yeah
Can't tell Mrs. Natalie that I
left a coroner of niggas dead
I can't lose myself, I can't
lose my groove, oh
I hit my knees, I need some help, these
niggas wan' put me on the news
This my testimony, oh, I
been tired of runnin'
They ain't give me nothin', hand
out like I owe them somethin'
Oh, God, I'll break 'fore I starve
Oh, God, die for all my loved ones
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