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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Big 38 (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Zairyus Jackson
Zairyus Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juneonnabeat
Juneonnabeat
Producer
Kacey Khaliel
Kacey Khaliel
Producer

Letra

Smokin' cigars fatter than a Swisher sweet Caught him on a corner, nigga thought he had me beat I'm on location, I'ma die right in the streets Shooters trailin' on my reel wit' a Glock on a seat He wanna whip me shit what's up, nigga smoke somethin' Talkin' like he 'bout it, you ain't never Baby Joe'd somethin' I talk that talk, I walk that walk, You know I tote somethin' Bitch, I'm out that 8, I said it straight I'm tryna blow somethin' Put my flex down, I'ma spray that tec round, Ben put the bet down I'ma spin then spin again and wet their block until the sundown In FruitTown not far from sundown, we ain't make not one sound Keep passin' by their trap and they ain't out that bitch get burnt down' Menace to society and I won't stop for nobody And what you mean you know we 'bout it, I get work with the shotty He ran his bike in KK car, I up that bitch and I shot him Never be silent, we be wylin', where I'm from they get violent I got that money, turnt to poppin', collected over two bodies And I invested in this smoke so if you want it we got it Plus I've been boomed up off of that molly, bitch I'm turnt up my body I don't give a fk 'bout what you say, bitch you ain't stepped on no body RIP boo bitch, he'd been spinnin' on shit before they caught him We never beef with shit to sleep, I take that name as a daughter I started steppin' on my one, I turned myself to a rotter Tryin' to knock you niggas out, bitch I done lost every dollar I run it up and get it back, I'm tryna slatt shit, I'll wipe his nose Bitch I buy that food from Birdman, B ain't never closed Bitch I'm out that north and every nigga wit' me throw them four's Bitch I got a problem, ask my momma, I be whoopin' hoes Now eat that dick up, better make you spit up before I beat it up Don't wanna let Montana fuck, take our clothes and make her get the uc*k She say that I'm a dirty bitch and I'm wrong but I don't give a fuck When you tryna be a part this business you can hit me up We told 'em, They ain't gotta say my name, I'm a stud He movin' wrong, they say he tellin' so I cannot fuck wit' naughty Crash the party, walk up in that bitch to get me started My comprehension is distorted, ask me can I spell like hardly He talk 'bout takin' mine, you must not heard I slang that iron Don't do no blinkin' or no duckin' when it's bitch I go to firin' All behind my cousin and the bottom shot eleven times The clip 141, I counted it, only came out to nine Oh you fuck wit' nine, what niggas say when you read it Spin on your block with them cutters and we gon' see who be steppin' He say he down to ride, we'll send that bitch up to heaven Stay with them shots, I keep that Glock, I fell in love when I met it He want in wit' me, nigga smoke somethin' You feel a nigga playin', when you drop your nuts pussy bitch you gotta show somethin' This nigga must think I'm a hoe or somethin', I gotta do this nigga dead Spin the beam and smash 'em all up on the porch or somethin' (Ok, I'm a 38 baby for real) Straight out that north livin' lavish My youngin' never had a daddy, he'll let a bitch have it I hide my pack inside the house, put m stick under the mattress And bust a nigga down in seconds, now that's what I call magic (That slime shit)
Writer(s): Charles E Washington, Zairyus Jackson, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Askia Fountain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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