youngboy never broke again – thugga talk lyrics
[intro]
let that thugga talk
don’t tell me sh-t n-gga f-ck you saying
don’t tell me not a motherf-cking thing b-tch
i got money from it
slatt slatt
[chorus]
riding no capping
bring some hoes with you
prime-time in atlanta
riding with the sticks, ooo
b-tches sucking and f-cking
i won’t kiss you
she know i don’t love her
that won’t hit you
i’m gone off a bean
i’m drinking on lean
turn up with my team
strapped on the scene
i’m gone off a bean
i’m drinking on lean
turn up with my team
strapped on the scene
blatt
[verse 1 – youngboy]
gold rolls royce, n-gga i’m lurking
i catch them, i stretch them, he murder them
jordan sign on the drum, you know i did that sh-t first
bring her in the room and f-ck her, ben run off with her purse
i’m gone off a perc b-tch i hop in the whip do the dash in the vert
kick that b-tch out on the curb
i ain’t got no words
i’m strapped every time i swerve
i ain’t never worried
i’m sick and i’m leaning
these b-tches be geeking every time that they see me
i told that little b-tch f-ck her, i don’t wanna f-ck her
little hoe i just want you to eat me
no cap, not one bet b-tch, when we do we go 100% percent, bet
[chorus]
riding no capping
bring some hoes with you
prime-time in atlanta
riding with the sticks, ooo
b-tches sucking and f-cking
i won’t kiss you
she know i don’t love her
that won’t hit you
i’m gone off a bean
i’m drinking on lean
turn up with my team
strapped on the scene
i’m gone off a bean
i’m drinking on lean
turn up with my team
strapped on the scene
[verse 2 – n/a]
spot up on the scene
i f-ck with cash sh-t
you f-ck with the team, your -ss get the mac with it
nba its the boys, he run with the bad b-tches
when it come to my city
he throwing them 50’s and them 20’s
a n-gga hating on sh-t, a n-gga keep a stick with him
got slimes in the b-tch with it
my bro gonna k!ll for you
i f-ck around with the city
baton rouge in this b-tch
f-ck around with nene i ain’t lose any bit
and i ain’t going back for, for too long
they hunting on us
i’m all the way up
we home we aye
we know we straight
a star we ain’t
they know we got, plenty paper busting
on top your head
play with us, we busting and you won’t know no names, aw for real?
we ain’t getting no jewelry taken, aw for real?
we the one doing the taking, that’s for real
[chorus]
riding no capping
bring some hoes with you
prime-time in atlanta
riding with the sticks, ooo
b-tches sucking and f-cking
i won’t kiss you
she know i don’t love her
that won’t hit you
i’m gone off a bean
i’m drinking on lean
turn up with my team
strapped on the scene
i’m gone off a bean
i’m drinking on lean
turn up with my team
strapped on the scene
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