YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Carter Son (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Carter Son (en) Lyrics
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Picture me, new 3D denim, I'm
city rollin' (Rollin')
But did I mention this
my own clothin'?
The fuck you mean?
Made nigga, bought my own Rollie
But if them crackers pull me over,
they gon' say I stole it
Good mornin', we on it, I went
bought two S trophies
My father left my sis and bros,
to them, I feel I owed it
But let's not be heroic, 'cause
everybody roguish
They don't want us totin' guns, but they
let the fuckin' killers tote it
Let's take a ride and see, though,
where them people be, though
Colt 45, the grip design, bought
this bitch from Casino
Soprano, no Soprino, we live
life like Yung Bino
Had a show in B-more, after that
post on the block with Chino (I'm
a hustlin' motherfucker)
Look for a star on every
hundred, C note
I'm the top on YouTube, fuck a new
school, I don't use no Vevo
These niggas 'round me, they
too cruel, they bust tools
and die for me, though
I don't pay money for no life,
the murder pay off me, so
Came out alright
But I'm blinded from the life,
I can’t see, though
Got juveniles on the block, thirty
stick hangin' out the Glock
Bandana tied 'round the clip, and
they go all out for me, though
Sucked all the pain up,
let's fuck the game up
Plenty niggas on the block pushin'
that rock (It's the Carter's son)
You got your change up, they
brought your name up
When it's war, we wet they block,
and when it's said, this
shit'll never be done
I can't say I'm fucking with
all this involvement
These niggas ain't right
and they ballin'
I don't give a fuck, no, I
call up Osama, my baba
Like, "Load up and come and rob
all them" (Rob all them)
Venezuela ventilator
My first trip to Georgia made 'em
Some companions with ambitions, was
Double G, NBA native
I wish baptism could've saved us
Never broke until the grave in
Excuse ourselves, knock on the tables
I make a pussy bite the pavement
That's my son, that's my slime
He on my dime, it's the Carter's son
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