YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Lil Top (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Lil Top (en) Lyrics
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I'm really Top, really,
I'm really Top, yeah
I'm really Top, hey, I'm
really Top, yeah
I don't want that top, yeah,
it's on, lil' nigga
I cut off my day ones
for the win (win)
I just pulled up in that black Maybach,
you can't see in (skrrt)
Up, got plenty racks, I keep
a strap with one cocked in
Not even close with family, why the
fuck would I want friends? (Tell
me that, lil' nigga) Let's go
Fuck the ones who talkin', bitch,
I'm lit, alright (alright)
A million dollars worth of
cars, no lease, no rent
I'm only twenty, nobody tell me
shit, I'm slime (I'm slime)
Bitch cross the line, I lose my
mind, I bust that iron, look
Pistol totin' while swervin'
in a Rolls-Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an
invoice (let's go, let's go)
I spend plenty blue face racks
on shit I wear once, yeah
Just like that ho, man, I can't keep
nothin' (can't keep a ho), let's go
Lost my brothers, I ain't friendly,
nigga (friendly, nigga)
I spent two-fifty on my Bentley (oh)
Straight out the mud, we from
the trenches, nigga
The realest ones had the hardest
way of livin' (talk to 'em)
But who want smoke? I drop them bags,
I'm quick to send it, pussy nigga
Whip out with Glocks out from
our Hellcats and some
Benjis, broke ass nigga
Fuck their opinion, it don't help
out how I'm livin' (yeah)
Let's fight with millions, fuck whoever
think I'm trippin', and yeah
I pull up black, and I see
trouble, cock one in it,
yeah (I cock one in it)
I'm full of Xanax, all my brothers
rollin' with me, yeah
(they rollin' with me)
I'm up and focused, probably blow
if you come near me playin'
Got all my pockets filled with hundreds,
doin' the murder man (let's go)
The biggest boss, ride through
the North, I keep my gun
in hand (gun in hand)
I don't wanna talk, I let it off
while all these diamonds dance
R.I.P. Dump, everyday dump a
hundred some rounds on them
Came from the bottom, they don't
even know, this money
got 'em starin' (let's go)
Mmh, that Lil Top, yeah,
mmh, that Lil Top, yeah
Mmh, that Lil Top, heard that,
mmh, that Lil Top, yeah
That Lil Top, uh, hmm,
that Lil Top, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice
(in through an invoice)
Just like that ho, man,
I can't keep nothin'
One, two, three million, I bet
it, placed a bet, I set it
It's way too hot, clear out the block,
spin on your shit and wet it
Do it and stop, Prada'd up, bitch,
we flexin' while we steppin'
I don't want to talk about that
shit, this money my confession
I say this new Bentley a go-kart,
drive this bitch like Herbie
I just threw one of them thangs back,
I came through, I was swervin'
Get out of line, we smush your brains
back, that murder shit be urgent
4KTrey, we put this bitch straight
to your face, you
think I'm worried (yeah)
Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top now
Just send my million
through an invoice
Just like that ho, man, I
can't keep nothin' (goddamn,
VJ on another one)
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