YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Outta Here Safe (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Outta Here Safe (en) Lyrics
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If me and my niggas come to your party,
we bangin’ or murkin’ somebody
I’m with some hoes who don’t
mind beating a bitch,
everyone of ’em ’bout it
I’m with them hitters who packin’
them pistols, I swear
every one of ’em got it
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid,
swear every one of ’em exotic
And you don’t wan’ do it that way
You won’t make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin’ but
that shit ain’t nothin’
Bet a nigga gon’ die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and
we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon’ ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today
Up, I ain’t got no real estate, yeah
And you knowin’ how we get it,
keep a pistol, official, we
all came out of the trenches
Man, we need dawg out the system,
you forever my nigga, we
all been caught as victims
Since a youngin, you been grippin’,
I got money and flip ’em
whenever I hold position
When my nigga fell, lift him, kept
it real ’cause I’m gifted
We makin’ our own decisions
We really don’t need no warpaint
Shawty so bad, she gon’ cause pain
New Rolls Royce or a big big truck,
they all drive the same
Hate snakes in the yard so
the grass stay cleared
To these niggas, I’m out of range
We boarding on private planes
Bring a stick if anything
Like the opps, girl, if it’s smoke,
we gotta get it straight
Since a young boy, I been walkin’
’round with a .38
Ayy, disaster on my wrist,
that shit flooded
You see my cup, you see my
stick, both of them dirty
Feelin’ like Drake, I’m
straight out the 6
Not talkin’ a back, boy,
I come out the bricks
If I tell you it’s up, nigga,
that’s what it is
Not sprayin’ your mama,
not sprayin’ your kids
Codeine got my vision blurry,
but I’m rockin’ Moncler
Free massages from these hollow tips,
it’s free to see how guns feel
And you knowin’ that I’m with
it, pistol grippin’
Spinner tempt me, tryna kill an opp
Leaky callin’ from a prison
like he miss me
Forever my dawg that made it far
I want all my children crippin’,
fuck the politician
Trench living, we gon’ break the law
Bitch, I stand on Nation business,
go against us, it’s up
These niggas know we don’t play at all
Ain’t nobody really safe at all
Off-White drip, they gon’ try to drain
I need a bitch from the
trenches in heels
Let’s see if they fuck the same, hey
I like her better in Christan
Loub’ heels
I know they won’t love the same
Tryna kill a victim, niggas
slide with aim
Two different opps, they
gon’ die the same
I need a bitch wanna get
matching glizzies
Who gon’ hide all the Percs and
the weed in her titties
Take a pic with the fans,
I’ma throw up the city
Make her count up the bands while
I ride ’round the city
My lil’ shooter gon’ up when
I say, he the sickest
I don’t fuck with no … them
niggas be bitches
If me and my niggas come to your party
You might get hit with
a hundred and fifty
Me and my niggas come to your party,
we bangin’ or murkin’ somebody
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