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Youngboy Never Broke Again (Instrumental)
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Murda on the beat so it's not nice Thinkin' of back then when I seen my mama cry ooh Never again I ain't seen in that shit in a while ooh woah ooh Talk to my granddad and I always say I'm fine When I know I'm experiencin' the same pain as a child Ten cars don't need no ride I ain't buyin' that shit no more ooh Get a driver for the week that's how I float around ooh Call Starr to get K3 my little boy gon' lift my soul Got Jaz to bring me peace No I don't need no extra h*es Ooh woo ooh Bleed and your love admit I need it Change locations 'cause I'm sayin that they sayin' they seen me Even though I don't give no **** Cause if they saw me I was beamin' 38 with a built in beam in i8 on the interstate speedin' niggas sayin' I brought my team in **** around gon' clear the whole scene and Send straight hollows through the scenery Came up out of concrete and I been achievin' since I can't be apart of your family Hate that b***h 'cause I see she's just like her daddy That ain't real at all everyone got flaws Can't chance it manage ask for help and they ain't get involved Don't care at all it's **** the world and you can tell it all I'm a thug nigga take pride in these drugs nigga Oh yeah I don't **** with **** nigga s You can count how many I bust nigga They dead fill 'em up with slugs nigga You could ask these h*es I love different I ain't bringin' up no nigga take your shit and you go thug with 'em Huh she gon' go and **** on one of 'em nigga s like I give a **** Get blues I give her a clue like When you choose make sure they rich as us Ha or got more sticks than us For a fact they ain't drawin' more blood than us These nigga s won't be too much Tryna do too much I ain't changin' up Old scary ass nigga gon' bring us up P***y ass nigga I ain't phasin' nothin' I ain't blood to you so don't cuss me five From The Bayou, Old fake a*s Pi' I'ma real deal blood I ain't stuntin' you nigga I wish you tried We gon' leave you dead inside this club Ol' wanna be h*e you ain't my kind Plus ain't more slimier than my girl Lil Top the slimiest in the world I ain't takin' no lick behind no b***h It ain't 'bout my kids it ain't 'bout bein' rich **** what they say you can suck my d**k I done gave my all just for my daughter My sons won't never need no clique Even though I wish I ain't exist Momma look at all this shit I did Even though I wish I ain't exist Momma look at all this shit I did Came out the slums I ain't have shit They still gon' talk down on your kid Thinkin' of back then when I seen my mama cry ooh Never again I ain't seen in that shit in a while ooh woah ooh Talk to my granddad and I always say I'm fine When I know I'm experiencin' the same pain as a child Ten cars don't need no ride I ain't buyin' that shit no more ooh Get a driver for the week that's how I float around ooh Call Starr to get K3 my little boy gon' lift my soul Got Jaz to bring me peace No I don't need no extra h*es Ooh woo ooh Bleed and your love admit I need it Change locations 'cause I'm sayin that they sayin' they seen me Even though I don't give no **** Cause if they saw me I was beamin' 38 with a built in beam in i8 on the interstate speedin' niggas sayin' I brought my team in **** around gon' clear the whole scene and Send straight hollows through the scenery Came up out of concrete and I been achievin' since
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