youngboy never broke again - get right lyrics
[intro]
yung lan on the track
get right
[verse 1]
had to zip me a lil n-gga, show him i’m official
they said i’m p-ssy, now they tryna play me like a k!ller
talk like i’m r-t-rded, i went put them diamonds in my dental
money is my army, drop a bag when i get the feelin’
shawty got me in my feelings, i couldn’t get no -ss (-ss)
johnny blaze, got her mad, i ain’t text her back (back)
[pre-chorus]
but she just mad ’cause she sad with no f-ckin’ cash (b-tch)
ain’t got no cash and she mad ’cause she f-ckin’ sad (let’s go)
[chorus]
slim chick, big ol’ t-tties like she tokyo (jets)
when we flyin’ out of state, they’ll make it to a show
what i tell a n-gga when he say that he want smoke
yeah, with youngin’ askin’ do i want capone’s out the store
[verse 2]
brick talkin’ on a jailhouse yard with some old n-ggas
floatin’ in a four fifty benz with a cold pistol
convicted felon posted in the north with a dirty clip
do that time, he ain’t got no mind, quick to show a n-gga
they see i mastermind the game, they tryna burn me out
bullsh-t to that lil n-gga that they talk about
benz coupe switch to a benz truck, i’m whippin’ out
i could see they never thought we make them b-tches change their thoughts, yeah
with my lil muslim and we pullin’ up at any store
b-tch, you must be crazy, i, youngboy walk on any hoe
play and you get blues, i work their b-tches like a telephone
i’m not from iraq, that b-tch goes blatt, i’ma let it blow
make her touch her legs, while i’m pullin’ remy out, her head
my b-tch right here, can’t speak on that, i know i do that bad
[pre-chorus]
but she just mad ’cause she sad with no f-ckin’ cash (cash)
ain’t got no cash and she mad ’cause she f-ckin’ sad (f-ckin’ sad)
[chorus]
slim chick, big ol’ t-tties like she tokyo (jets)
when we flyin’ out of state, they’ll make it to a show (bet)
what i tell a n-gga when he say that he want smoke
yeah, with youngin’ askin’ do i want capone’s out the store
[outro]
with my lil muslim and we pullin’ up at any store
b-tch, you must be crazy, i, youngboy walk on any hoe
play and you get blues, i work their b-tches like a telephone
i’m not from iraq, that b-tch goes blatt, i’ma let it blow
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