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moneybagg yo & youngboy never broke again - appeal lyrics

[chorus: moneybagg yo]
i popped a pill then i popped another one
i copped a chain then i copped another one
the rollie was plain so i went and flooded one
just got a crib, now i want another one
baby mama callin’, trippin’, jealous ’bout the other one
i told her i wasn’t gon’ have no more kids
i f-cked around and had another one
these b-tches ain’t sh-t, why the f-ck is you cuffin’ ’em
why the f-ck is you lovin’ ’em?
these b-tches gon’ f-ck any n-gg- with a name
tell me why the f-ck you trustin’ ’em
i got to sneak a tool in the club so i’m tuckin’ em
you play, i’m bustin’ ’em
if you got the drank i’m a loyal customer
i bought a pint and bought another one

[verse 1: moneybagg yo]
i know that’s your friend but i was just tempted
f-ck me so good i flew her to memphis
i told you i’m sorry bae, i was just tripping
i know i was out of place, i was just slipping
like a wave flow, full of petrol
at the awards show in some retros
hitters with me on ready set go
trap still boomin’ like it’s metro
keep the tool on me, home depot
three b-tches with me, now that’s cee lo
i’m bread gang, i might catch a r.i.c.o
ice on me, i’ma need a peacoat
light show techno, the way my neck glow
ask my white b-tch, she like heck no
like a wave flow the way her neck scroll
got her number, say you down to deepthroat
the b-tch ain’t got nothin’ good to me, but i want another one
i don’t know what it is ’bout that ap but i want another one
this foreign coupe got me feelin’ like khaled, i want another one
i blew a bankroll yesterday, woke up to another one

[chorus: moneybagg yo]
i popped a pill then i popped another one
i copped a chain and i copped another one
the rollie was plain so i went and flooded one
just got a crib, now i want another one
baby mama callin’, trippin’, jealous ’bout the other one
i told her i wasn’t gon’ have no more kids
i f-cked around and had another one
these b-tches ain’t sh-t, why the f-ck is you cuffin’ ’em
why the f-ck is you lovin’ ’em?
these b-tches gon’ f-ck any n-gg- with a name
tell me why the f-ck you trustin’ ’em
i got to sneak a tool in the club so i’m tuckin’ em
you play, i’m bustin’ ’em
if you got the drank i’m a loyal customer
i bought a pint and bought another one

[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
my pockets fat, yours anorexic
i f-cked her and f-cked on her bestie
and she ain’t ’bout sh-t but she s-xy
and get straight to the point when she s-xt me
i went and pulled up to the dealer
hopped out the benz coupe and hopped in the wraith
and i still drive that v12 aston martin, n-gg- you don’t wanna race
i’m tryna duck the feds but at the same time feed my kids
i’m on the road doin’ shows now, gotta thank god for the gift
i got a main b-tch but at the same time tryna f-ck with another b-tch
i’m tryna keep focused, at the same time wanna crash like f-ck this sh-t
i’m tryna balance it all out, all out
i’m tryna balance it all out
i’m tryna balance it all out, all out
i’m tryna balance it all out
i face a blunt and i pop a perc
and i sip the drink ’til it’s all out
n-gg-s wan’ try me ’cause i’m in position
i want to load it up and draw done

- moneybagg yo youngboy never broke again lyrics

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