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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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Vintage Rippah
Vintage Rippah
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eliot Guillory II
Eliot Guillory II
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
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Vintage Rippah
Vintage Rippah
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Lyrics

What up, Rippah? I come from posted on the block with them hot boys Seven of us riding on a bike, toting them fire rods A smoker showed me how to sit and make the powder Von showed me never go to sleep, he press all the cards Bitch, what it is? We can talk about it Skinny nigga, pockets thick, my bitch got a wide body Hopping off the jet and I got twenty racks in every pocket Cross get set on fire, niggas die if you try to stop me Jail cells, I was only 12, getting put in them Hood hoes tryna come up off you, I grew up with them Snake niggas, straight up hating niggas, bitch, I run with them Fuck niggas with that sneak dissing, I ain't hearin' them Hold on, now let me turn up on a ho Your favorite rapper ratting on the low Hundred shots in that cutter, we got that Chevy sitting low And my youngins, they reckless, blow all the hinges off your door Shoot that forty twenty times, they gon' start calling one time And I remember one time, I think it was in '09 And I couldn't seem to stop crying, mama put me on medics And I never took real and real killer, unapologetic Bitch, and we forever stepping, hit a nigga with that fire Boomer really slang that iron, behind it I caught bodies raw Let me talk my shit, matter fact, check out my Diddy Bop You all steady running wild, fifty in that forty Glock, c'mon Old niggas on that old shit, it's a young nigga time A bigger picture, bigger difference, it's a young nigga rhyme Head over water, he say all he do is step with that iron Catch that nigga slipping, knock his heart from out his chest with that iron Big boss, that lil' nigga with that big talk Cutter got a big spark, Lil B'll let that stick off Plus half of these niggas, I could tell you what your bitch 'bout Richer than your daddy, with my moms in a big house Young nigga pull up with them shooters and I fold you I won't ever let these niggas get me, that's a no-no High definition, VVS's, on my son, ho What is shit you could do that hurt me when I'm done, ho? Tryna bust a nigga head, and I'm like: Yes, sir, yes, sir Got some shit up in my trunk'll rip a nigga's vest up Shawty tryna fuck a nigga, she want me to bless her Cousin killed by Fat Phil, she don't know we stretched him Gave some molly to that bitch, now she wanna do something Couldn't rep that violence with the thirty, youngin tryna shoot something Out on Holly, past 1:30, bitch, we tryna move something In the morning, was flashing early, I was going through something Old niggas on that old shit, it's a young nigga time A bigger picture, bigger difference, it's a young nigga rhyme Head over water, he say all he do is step with that iron Catch that nigga slipping, knock his heart from out his chest with that iron Big boss, that lil' nigga with that big talk Cutter got a big spark, Lil B'll let that stick off Plus half of these niggas, I could tell you what your bitch 'bout Richer than your daddy, with my moms in a big house
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Eliot Guillory Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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