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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Shotta Soul lyrics

Artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again

album: Realer 2


Damn
Ayo Drum, play that bitch back (oh damn, let me tell you niggas 'bout most of the)
Most of the shit, and I say
(Danny got that juice)
Had some problems, but, that's what made me who I am today (today)
They was tearin' me down, I ain't never break (I ain't never break)
Interrogation, I ain't never say
Nigga got hit up with that Drac' (shh, pow, pow)
I'm from the 'hood, you break the rules
You got to pay (you got to pay)
I done made it on my own, say, "Amen" (amen, amen)
I'm protected everywhere I go (mhm)
Free my brothers in the sprinter van
Fifty cent chip bags from the store
Now, a young nigga got hella bands
Bands, I'm so high that I won't never land
I ain't graduate at all, but, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa (okay)
Say, "I love you" 'fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot
I done knocked some off (that's a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back
But, she still sitting 'round puttin' up with my ass
Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put her ass on that
If I cop one, I'll buy mom's support (whoa)
Love her, still left her stranded, that's a shotta soul (oh)
I don't talk no planet
Ride me like a rodeo, whoa (oh)
I know that you see I'm worse than before (oh-oh)
But if you mine, you'll stay on my side
Don't tell a nigga that can't take mine
Got to make more money than I had before, oh
But he don't value what you mean, now, I know
Now, you got to tell a nigga your time gone
My sons gone, my mind gone, they thinkin' that (they thinkin' that)
Young nigga rick like Richy
Rich like Rich The Kid, I pay the bills
I pay my mama bills, and the lawyer fees
For my bro', I'll probably sell my house
He say, "Murder fees," don't bring 'em me
Know I play for keeps, I knock some off (I knock some off)
Black Range truck, pull up sport, take off (skrrt, skrrt, let's go)
Better not tell me shit, I'm inside my house
Told a bitch she better watch her mouth (watch)
You know I'm a gangster
You know it ain't long 'til the day that they say I'ma die (die)
Not a child, I don't cry, just make sure I'm focused
I'm rollin' with sticks in the ride (sticks in the ride)
And make sure I stack up my Ms for my child
You know that I ran up my Ms for them kids (them racks)
I ain't seen my daughter or son in over a year
And still don't know what I did
Play games, nigga, I set the bait
Mask up, ride with my, I take the blame
If I got 'em, make sure I designer my kids
Lord know I grew up I can rob this case
I ain't graduate at all, but, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa (okay)
Say, "I love you" 'fore I leave that Nawf
I done made it too hot, I done knocked some off (that's a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back
But, she still sitting 'round puttin' up with my ass
Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put her ass on that
If I cop one, I'll buy mom's support (whoa)
Love her, still left her stranded, that's a shotta soul (oh)
I don't talk no planet
Ride me like a rodeo, whoa (oh, rodeo)

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