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youngboy never broke again - big lyrics

[intro]
(look out, veno)
(mama know who cub$kout is)
(veno gon’ cook up, he mix the ingredients)
look

[verse 1]
hey, ms. paris, can i take you out to london?
you can ask about me, i know how to make you money
book a jet for you and your friends, that’s that bag, it ain’t nothin’
i come from that north where all your crimes turn to somethin’
all these robberies and murders turned to millions, b+tch
my neighbors runnin’, tellin’ pawpaw how i am k!llin’ sh+t
he said that sh+t up in his song, he wish he never did
i’m out that window right or wrong, i’m a backyardigan
q50, fn, trailblazer, my daddy gifted
it broke down on me, i was takin’ brianna to school and i had one strap up in it
run down on him, he a nail, we hammer the food and then we keep it kickin’
and i always find my f+ckin’ way to jail likе i was born in prison
got the tank sittin’ in front my house, n+gga, and it drive on watеr, n+gga
that sixty thousand for that cross, i’ma put it on my daughter
i got these ninjas ’round, huh, like i’m a biker boy
better keep your pistol ’round, you play soft, we gon’ hit you hard, b+tch

[chorus]
pink bentley, yellow demon, red bentley, rolls royce
i pulled up inside a urus, then the car
big pendant, big watch, big knots, oh, lord
baby, i’m a thug, shawty told me i’m a star
big, build mansions everywhere, n+gga, i am that boy
come pull up where i live, i keep security in the yard
n+gga tried to throw a brick and hide his hand, we gon’ k!ll him for it
i’m makin’ sure my convoy don’t avoid, i can’t, oh, no
[verse 2]
lil meechy through your window, b+tch, i’m creepin’ on my tippy toes
four+door jag’, i’m slidin’, that’s me and choppa in here smokin’ dope
n+gga yappin’, i had youngin stab the b+tch soon as he hit the door
i’ma bat her, she keep movin’ ’round my styrofoam
i be preachin’ like a pastor, i get active, what type of time you on?
i’m f+ckin’ up, you movin’ backwards, b+tch, just stack it and keep movin’ on
uppin’ with the tool when it go down, i’ma break some rules, you play me wrong
i don’t like them dudes, she playin’ they song, i’ma kick this b+tch up out my home
look, baby, i’m inside a flying dutchman (dutchman)
we put choppers in davey jones’ locker, n+gga, touch me
play ’round with the don dada, this sh+t get ugly
i been poppin’ this sh+t, they hate me so much that i know they love me

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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