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Freestyle

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

35.253Hip-Hop/Rap2023

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[Intro]

I just ain't wanna stop talkin', man, I don't know why

Man, I wanna act stupid 'round this bitch or somethin', man

Evidently, I been shoppin' with Ken

[Chorus]

I don't wanna go through this no more

Aye, I don't wanna hurt you, have to let you go

I know

I hold it down, don't never leave me lonely, don't do me wrong

Big diamonds on me, mmm (Ooh)

These times of the mornin', I be lonely, slime

Ooh, ooh, ooh (Aye, talk that shit, Top)

[Verse 1]

Do you love me? Can I trust you? Do you deserve me? Do I irk you?

Keep that burner on me, run up on me I'm burnin' somethin', ooh

Can't take this pain out my body

But fuck that, I got these diamonds on me, young ****

I been shinin' like a star, I know my body

Fuck that, they took my daddy, but won't come take away my lil' brother

Mmm, 3, tell 'em I'm 'bout business, I hold it down around this motherfucker, ****

Don't nobody have a job but my grandfather, ****

So fuck you think payin' for everything for my mother and my sister and my brother, ****?

[Verse 2]

I'm so fucked up, I made it out, I'm rich as fuck

And how I feel, I'm still caught up in the struggle, ****

But shit, I'm great, they let my **** out, my day one

DDawg, that's my fuckin' brother, ****

Huh, he'll chase you down

Twelve years old, he knock one off, we had to sit ten years around

Man, man

Tired of all these fake-ass people 'round me, smilin', tryna down me

All this pussy-ass whisperin', what you sayin' about me?

Bitch, let me catch like one thing

I put this on my mama, I'm too real, I let you inside my life, I'ma slime you, I'm gangster, bitch

I'm danger, ****, R.I.P. my uncle, he got hit all in his head tryna rob a ****, man

This shit, man, it's some- stranger

Like my **** Jim Morrison, everything strange

Even the women, when you don't wanna be with 'em or try to get any

Man, I'm ready go back to prison

I ain't, I ain't got no love in this bitch, I ain't got no great feeling

Damn, I got that big Bentley, ride up in it and I swear to God

I feel amazin' in it, been winnin', ****

Opps on my ass, I got a bed, I got that bag, make me mad

I got them hitters, put your face up in it, ****

Man, tell them 'bout the **** that was beefin' with me

Put four of his brothers' face on a tee, that bitch been sleepin' with it

Look, man, tell them 'em 'bout them **** that was beefin' with me

Put four of his brothers' face on top his fuckin' t-shirt, ****, huh?

Man, it's lil' Top, I keep my Glock, don't want no problem with you

No, just leave me alone, just carry on

Just carry on, I'm tryna move 'round

I don't want you, just leave me alone, I got a bad bitch in my home

Let me do anything I want, I buy her anything I want

She tell me anything to please me

Gang, these pussy **** ain't 'bout nothin'

I put you straight inside my trunk, you **** Stevie, don't wan' see me

On God

What the fuck, why I'm up early in that mornin'?

Everybody in this room don't know nothin' 'bout me

Or they probably wanna come kill DDawg, he dog somethin'

But I guarantee you, I'll kill some behind all y'all

Why? 'Cause, you my motherfuckin' hoes and I'm a big dog

I know you wouldn't even hold it down

Y'all followin' **** that even sold me down

Bitch, I ain't no clown, ****, fuck y'all

I'm out my mind, ooh

Let me hit my knees one more time, ooh

I'm a soldier, I thought I told you

I'll run down on you (Come here)

I'll run down on you (Bitch, come here, come here)

I get to singin' them blues, how you in blue?

I make the sound with my, I make the, I make the

Make the Glock make the tunes (Ooh)

Oh, I got my Glock makin' tunes (Ooh)

These dog-ass hoes don't love me

I buy 'em anything, that's why they sit up, put up with anything

I gave her a wedding ring and that bitch ain't my wife for nothing

I'm how I done came, just like a man, I'm strictly thuggin'

All them times I was being lame, if I hurt you, girl, I love you

They don't wanna see me ballin', I been caught up in some trouble

Ooh, I crack him, crack him, don't wanna pay a **** they motherfuckin' money

Ooh, ooh, I get active, ****

Bracelet on my leg, you pussy **** know I'm comin'

Don't do no runnin'

I'll gun you down, hit you all back, you'll hit your stomach, bitch

Ooh, lil' Top, lil' Top, Kentrell

I can't leave home right now for nothin' (I ain't goin', ain't goin' for shit)

I can't leave home right now for nothin' (I swear to God)

I wake up every day, late night, morning, for money

[Outro]

I'm tryna get it in

I ain't got no help, I ain't got no friends

All four of them joints

I hope you got money

Inside my career, feel like Al Bundy (Plenty risks, ****, on God)

Written by: Kendale Patrick Carter, Kentrell Gaulden

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