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YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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(I came a long way)Walk-up at Saks and spent eighty grandIt won't be the oppositeBroke ass nigga start to diss, he a fanTell the young nigga just stopAnd I been getting money since I learned that I canTell em one up who held me down with cosmeticsI be switching up the mode on the ride settingHolding on to my pole on my side baeDifferent type of flex I don't need more cars(slime)Red, green flag, he a gang member(mine)That's my bruh, and ima paint with himHit a fuck nigga up, keep a stain with himYou ain't finna score shit, shouldn't havе came with himPost up with the sticks more gang swishеrsSnake bitch, kill them all, they some lane switchersMy clique send them all at your main niggasTop of the business I got more points then a bean bagTighten your arm up before you shoot it lose kickbackLayin on my gravedigger chain where it hit atScary ass nigga, got no aim, how you miss thatMurder through any hood, same whip, big hatX shit, my little nigga suwoop bang cartelRight shit, talking to the killers up in GlendaleYou ain't got to check shit long as the scent wellCount a million cash got the time going slowDrugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seenRiding in a wraith out through the nightTell the detective I upgraded my necklace I'm keeping it cleanShorty want me, her ex fuck with my exFirst first time, had to tell the queen, stop thatBoss up, cause I'm knowing that you bout thatCan't let a nigga think you an outletIt ain't nothing you can't get, you a breadwinnerTook the heart off of Kay left the head with herStanding on stage, in the back got the dead withchaAlready got my nigga just stalking, he a deadsitterBefore I departed away from my soulTold my lil son (told to my son?) to stay with emHe keep chasin this bitch and get hit with the stickMake sure that they lay in the grave with himCame through, shots out coupe, home run, top babe ruthKeep your coolStanding on business, don't break no rulesNever for a pennyI ain't buying that cash, I get it rentedI be on they ass, til they buried in the cityI popped that boy, mad I ain't finishYou don't deserve for to live pussy bitch you ain't billyCount a million cash got the time going slowDrugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seenRiding in a wraith out through the nightTell the detective I upgraded my necklace I'm keeping it cleanShorty want me, her ex fuck with my exFirst first time, had to tell the queen, stop thatBoss up, cause i'm knowing that you bout thatCan't let a nigga think you an outletIt ain't nothing you can't get, you a breadwinnerTook the heart off of Kay left the head with herStanding on stage, in the back got the dead withchaAlready got my nigga just stalking, he a deadsitter(Count a million cash, got the time going slow)

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