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(Ayy, yo, Bands, what you cookin'?)
(It's Malik on the track)
Look

No new shoes 'til mama get her taxes
Police harrass me 'cause it's thug life, survival tactics
From a shoebox to my mattress, from my mattress to the bank
Been doin' this shit since I was seventeen
You think that I can't think?
My gangsta, what the f*ck you think?
'Bout these cold killers and dope sniffers that run with me
Seen that I don't f*ck with 'em, now they come for me
They know he keep it tucked with him
Now which one y'all wanna run with me?
Back against the wall, ran through it all
Now they wan' see me bleed

Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa
Let down that window, then they spray while a nigga walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor
Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for lil' boy pole and he told me he didn't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin'

Black Forces, my gun, you cannot see, I'm lookin' like I'm thievin'
I feel it in the air like like Beanie Sigel
And, bitch, I'm rich like John Cena
I keep it gangsta like Hot Beezy
I'm talkin' to Stunna, I'm finna leave her
He got a chick with a bad daughter, I told him, "See if she want mingle"
That's twenty mill' for me, and here goes thirty mill' for you, thug
Bless the shooter and f*ck these hoes, these niggas wasn't raised like us
Shoot the burner 'til you hear, "Click," never tried to make a shoe fit
Baby mama fuckin' them, they tried to kill me, nasty, dirty bitch, you know

The rain don't fall
Know I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa
Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
(Lay your punk-ass down, where that money at?)
Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for bro pole
Swervin' in that Rolls, 'member back up in the day it was a stolo

Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh, shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me

Bitch, I ain't got no budget, tag that nigga
Cadillac on twenty-fours, this that Nawf swag, nigga
In a bed with your ho, I'm just singin' riddles
I'm like, "la, la, la, tell your boyfriend I'll kill 'em"
Plenty hitters, nigga, and I pulled 'em up in transition
At your car, shoot dirty Glocks, and I got all your transmission
How you try to run, lil' daddy? Stupid, all your pants missin'
Fuckin' doofus, we too ruthless, he just wanna smash niggas
And she know that dude, that gang got dead bodies
It's a true crime, po, shawty know I get it on
Bangin' like this Saint's Row, I made my bones inside the Nawf
She tryna help me take it slow

Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa
Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole and he told me he didn't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin

Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh, shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me

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Written by: Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Leonardo Mateus, Malik Bynoe-Fisher

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Made Rich
this is a track by YoungBoy NBA

Intro
I bought this shawty a Patek
Uh


Verse 1
I bought this shawty a Patek, hm
I bought my shooter a stick, yeah
I get so fresh and you know I get high as I can
To a place you ain’t went
To a place you can’t top
Mama got a brand new bag
I got the money, you know I can’t flop
Come from the set where we sell grams
I got the ho for to fly to my spot
Do not let ’em leave in the middle of the day
From the block to the rocks to the Glock
To the nigga on top
Let ’em hate, I can’t hear what they say
Run the money up ’til the whole bank break
All-black paint, got it sitting in my facе
All black Louie in a all-white Wraith
Turn up on fashion, invest in thе place
I gave her six hundred, yeah, uh
They tried to sign me for thirty, okay
Tell ’em, “Come with the fifty”
New Era came, I jump in and I get it
I get it real fast, that’s a lot of blue Benjis
I gave my sister a fifty, my brother a fifty
Two hundred, two hundred, two hundred
You ain’t that thing so stop with the stunting
Strapped in my denim, you know how I’m coming
Lean, no Gatorade, still don’t break
I can’t see how another man hate
God made another rich nigga
I think that it’s time to celebrate

Chorus
I bought this shawty a Patek, hm
I bought my shooter a stick, yeah
I’m fuckin’ with shawty
I’m thinkin’ that I could run up a mill’ with the bitch
She made for a rich nigga (Made for a rich nigga, yeah)
She made for a rich nigga (That’s my vibe, she my vibe)
She made for a rich nigga (Shawty got that swing goin’ fine)
She made for a rich nigga (Oh, oh)

Verse 2
She made ‘fore a nigga got that bag
Now I think ’bout if I ain’t have it
How you get that? I ain’t buy that bag
She say, “I got my own money,” oh, okay
Mind my business, in love with my safe
Too much money to be sitting in the bank
Slime ass nigga gon’ ’cause her to break
She a cool chick to be real like that

Chorus
I bought this shawty a Patek, hm
I bought my shooter a stick, yeah
I’m fucking with shawty (Woah)
I’m thinking that I could run up a mill’ with the bitch (Woah)
She made for a rich nigga
She made for a rich nigga
She made for a rich nigga
She made for a rich nigga

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    Songwriter (s): Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

    Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

    Lil Nas X & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

    Late To Da Party
    this is a track by Lil Nas X & YoungBoy NBA

    Yeah, fuck BET (Yeah), fuck BET (Yeah), fuck BET
    Yeah, fuck BET (They know it), yeah (They know it)
    Yeah, ayy (D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
    Yeah

    Lick it all up (Mhm, mm)
    Slurp it (Mhm, ah), make it sloppy (Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
    Look at how I top shit, bitch
    I just put like three up in the top ten
    And I don’t need nobody, I just need these CCs on my body
    Everything I do, bitch, right or wrong, gon’ make a profit
    Read about it
    I don’t even got to sing about it (‘Bout it)
    I wake up with the money that you niggas dream about (Uh)

    She’s all on my line, uh, she’s all on my side, yeah
    They don’t want it like that, they want me to die, yeah
    She’s all on my line, uh, she’s all on my side, yeah (Ayy)
    They don’t want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

    Don’t try me, you better save that shit for somebody else
    Don’t try me, ’cause, bitch, I can’t be late to the party, yeah
    And you know we got a

    Hundred (Grr) inside this bitch, a hundred sticks
    A hundred bitches with a hundred thousand on my wrist, yeah
    Baddy in my bed and she plan on drivin’ me (Ah)
    Demons in my head, I can’t stop them all from rottin’ me
    She want me to buy her some CC
    She wanna eat and I hope that she don’t bite, nah
    She on her knees, and she way in shape, right now
    With her friend on friend, now she gon’ fight now
    These people they know not to try me
    I get in that mode and collect me a body
    I’m up in New York like I’m Gotti
    I’m ridin’ the shorty like new Kawasakis

    She’s all on my line, uh, she’s all on my side, yeah
    They don’t want it like that, they want me to die, yeah
    She’s all on my line, uh, she’s all on my side, yeah
    They don’t want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

    Don’t try me, you better save that shit for somebody else
    Don’t try me, ’cause, bitch, I can’t be late to the party, yeah
    Yeah, you know we got a

    Hmm, get it (Let’s get it)
    Window double tinted (Ayy-ayy, yeah)
    Face sittin’ pretty, you bitches wouldn’t get it, uh (Yeah)
    I’m at Met Gala in Versace in the city (Uh)
    Farted on these niggas (Pfft), oops, I think I shitted

    He wan’ x ’em like in the system
    One hunnid per perform, so I gotta book ’em
    She say Chanel bad, plus I’m gon’ flood her ears with boogers
    They know not to try me, they know for a fact that I got it
    On my hip and blue hundreds inside of my pocket
    Mercedes Benz with the brightest skin body
    I shift it, I hit it, take of like a rocket (Vroom)
    Long as she don’t tell nobody, I’m gon’ caress her whole body (Uh)
    Know I’m ready as soon as she cum (Uh)
    I lick it as soon as I’m done (Yeah)
    Don’t wan’ be late for the party (Mmm, ah, ah)
    You know I turn up, they can’t never turn me down

    Don’t try me, you better save that shit for somebody else
    Don’t try me, ’cause bitch I can’t be late to the party, yeah
    And you know we got a—

    Yeah, fuck BET (Yeah), fuck BET (Yeah), fuck BET
    Yeah, fuck BET (They know it), yeah, yeah (They know it), ayy, yeah

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      Songwriter (s): Lil Nas X & YoungBoy NBA

      “Late To Da Party” is Lil Nas X’s answer to not having been included in the 2022 list of nominations of BET Awards hosted annually by Black Entertainment Television. He expressed his thoughts on Twitter in numerous messages, e.g. one on the 8th of June, 2022, “This not over no bet award this is about the bigger problem of homophobia in the black community, y’all can sit and pretend all u want but imma risk it all for us.” He also previewed a snippet of the song on TikTok that day

      Lil Nas X stated in the official video trailer of this track published on the 23rd of June, 2022, “NBA YOUNGBOY is on house arrest. trapped on the isolated planet HATU. The brutal empire of Terror (BET) has betrayed LIL NAS X, turning their back on him after using him for clout. With the music industry in turmoil, the galaxy is looking for a new hero. NAS must use the ancient power of VIDEO EDITING to free YB and defeat the evil BET before time runs out… LATE TO DA PARTY.”

      BET’s answer to Lil Nas X’s criticism was like “Unfortunately, this year, he was not nominated by BET’s Voting Academy, which is comprised of an esteemed group of nearly 500 entertainment professionals in the fields of music, television, film, digital marketing, sports journalism, public relations, influencers, and creative arts. No one from BET serves as a member of the Voting Academy.”

      Montero Lamar Hill, known by his stage name Lil Nas X, is an American rapper and singer. He rose to prominence with the release of his country rap single "Old Town Road", which first achieved viral ... 
      Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

      All My Shit Is Stupid
      this is a track by ILoveMakonnen & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

      All my shit is stupid, this-this shit is fluid
      All my shit is stupid, this-this shit is fluid
      Put them, put them girls on LSD, look what they like, ooh shit
      I’m out in Beverly Hills, same house that they shot Clueless

      All my shit is stupid, think my swag need therapy
      They up in some new shit, all my cars got LSD
      Think I need a new chick, ’cause my girl be scarin’ me
      The way she ahead, she ahead of me
      And all these labels wanna bury me
      Came from the trap, where the bricks and the sticks go
      Know I’m smokin’ gas, [?]
      Bad bitch say she want Makonnen
      Told her that’s okay, long as your friend go
      Overseas for the bag while I hit, though
      I ain’t scared of the judge or the time, keep a TEC though
      All my shit retarded, need [?] how the Hellcat roarin’
      Came from the six, front row at my show
      But she say her favorite rapper Lil Peep, though
      Say she came from the [?], I don’t even know [?], but she say that’s bro home
      She say that’s the Payton Manning, ’cause she know I paint my face like Manson
      I told her no time for panickin’, just jump inside my whip, we vanishin’
      Just know I get [?] like spaghetti
      Me and Makonnen like [?]
      I don’t need no [?], they startin’ the rumors
      I hope they not plannin’ on testin’ me
      ‘Cause all my niggas, they ruthless
      Aim at the crowd and shoot shit
      They know my boys the rudest
      Leavin’ them clueless, they say

      All my shit is stupid, this-this shit is fluid
      All my shit is stupid, this-this shit is fluid

      Oh shit, he that new shit, damn, how he do that?
      Baby check my wrist game, worked into a new whip (Makonnen)
      We ain’t never did this, like boy, who is you kidding?
      You know I’m one of the best, out the west, of
      Wait, hold up, I ain’t from [?], I’m talkin’ shit ’cause I’m [?]
      High as fuck, don’t give a fuck, still ride, no license in that truck
      Damn, he’s excited, like, damn, he the best
      I be smokin’ on this shit that fuckin’ burn through your chest
      Red dragon, that shit for real, they gon’ know how I feel
      Once I make another single, I could buy you out your deal
      Hey

      All my shit is stupid, this-this shit is fluid
      All my shit is stupid, this-this shit is fluid
      Put them, put them girls on LSD, look what they like, ooh shit
      I’m out in Beverly Hills, same house that they shot Clueless

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        Songwriter (s): ILoveMakonnen & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

        Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
        Makonnen Kamali Sheran, better known by his stage name iLoveMakonnen, is an American rapper, singer, and record producer. Makonnen is best known for his 2014 hit "Tuesday" which featured Canadian rapper Drake.

        Goals
        this is a track by YoungBoy NBA

        [Intro]
        6element

        [Chorus]
        I took the top off the motherfuckin’ coupe
        They closed the door, but I still made it through
        Flooded my neck, look how much I done grew
        Overtime for to make sure that I don’t lose
        Run it up with my partner, give a lot to my mama
        Doin’ bad, but I know that it’s a lot for me to do

        [Verse 1]
        I was tired of doing the same thing
        Got serious, then I changed lanes
        They knowin’ that we bust brains
        But ain’t why I’m inside in chains
        Put my focus in the main business
        Lookin’ for a half a ticket plane
        Tryna find somethin’ that fit the description of my pain
        My name to some people ain’t looked over
        Go find you somethin’ to look over
        Since young, never been a pushover
        Got the bag like a book holder
        Nigga, you gon’ make me mad and we gon’ spin on ’em
        Did the dash inside a Lamb’ and then he crash
        Ain’t get a dent on him
        That’s my lil’ homie
        Remember posted at the store, I ain’t have a cent on me
        One uniform, went to school everyday the same lint on me
        Needed help to stand up straight and then they bent on me
        Dirty bitch was catchin’ fire and I wouldn’t even piss on ’em

        [Chorus]
        I took the top off the motherfuckin’ coupe
        They closed the door, but I still made it through
        Flooded my neck, look how much I done grew
        Overtime for to make sure that I don’t lose
        Run it up with my partner, give a lot to my mama
        Doin’ bad, but I know that it’s a lot for me to do

        [Verse 2]
        Switched the motto, I ain’t hit the lotto
        But my bag different
        Skippin’ school with my dog, wasn’t really tryna bag with me
        Fell in love once, but mm, I said my grandma was different
        I’m like, “Mm, I’m a millionaire, I ain’t with the kidding”
        That’s me just thinkin’
        Too much money, separate the bank
        2012, I’d use a shoebox
        I don’t really like to talk, I ain’t bein’ rude now
        Three hundred thousand, it be for fashion
        And I still’ll probably pass it up
        I don’t give no fuck as long as we got a gat on us
        That’s a new edition
        She don’t want me, she feel like my heart old
        Why you want my heart, love?
        Take it slow, I ball on and off court

        [Chorus]
        I took the top off the motherfuckin’ coupe
        They closed the door, but I still made it through
        Flooded my neck, look how much I done grew
        Overtime for to make sure that I don’t lose
        Run it up with my partner, give a lot to my mama
        Doin’ bad, but I know that it’s a lot for me to do

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          Songwriter (s): Park3r, Twan da God, Jason Goldberg, PhilGotAnother1 & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

          Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
          project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
          YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
          Holy 
          Nightfall 
          Ghost 
          Wagwan 
          Acclaimed Emotions 
          Loner Life 
          The North Bleeding 
          Proud Of Myself 
          Goals

          Gang Baby
          this track by Never Broke Again features YoungBoy NBA, P Yungin, Rojay MLP & RJAE

          [Intro]
          These boys got elevated, haha
          Ayo, Dzimi got the sauce, boy
          JR, you trippin’

          [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
          Dirty cutter, I get caught with it, state property
          Gang baby, I was locked down up in Lake Providence
          Fresh out the pen’, lead in that pen, you could ride to this
          Real gun smoke, them niggas know they hide from this
          Huh, I wet the whole Chevelle, been on they trail

          [Verse 2: Rojay MLP & RJAE]
          Bitch, you better not tell, I got shit for sell
          Plus I got some shit that ring your bell
          Say it won’t never fail
          That package that I sent, handle with care
          Put that on the scale, need a whole bunch of tape to wrap a bale
          Uh, fuck that shit, fuck that shit, I’m up now
          Ayy, I heard them niggas out here watchin’ cause I’m on now
          Uh, they heard I got that dope so now they tappin’ phones now
          Uh, they see that paper so they won’t leave me alone now
          Fuck it though
          Fuck the feds, I’ma be the one that’s gon’ kick down your door
          You can’t hear me when I’m creepin’ cause I’m on my tippy toes
          This forty leave you stiffer than a fucked ho
          All we inhale is gun smoke, watch action from the front row, yeah

          [Verse 3: P Yungin]
          I’ma hop out in the party, I’ma kill you and your kinfolk
          I leave a nigga down and leave him red like some hot cheetos
          And if you speak on me, don’t give a fuck if you my people
          I’ma roll a nigga up like I was rollin’ up a taco
          Fuck it, hop out, make ’em Glocks blow
          And bitch, this choppa got a stock on it
          No serial code, but I pull up in a lockout
          Punish him, I hit him up like I was Tupac, though
          Trigger finger itchin’ to squeeze it, this gon’ fuck your dawg

          [Verse 4: Rojay MLP & RJAE]
          Uh, okay, PY ‘dem where them straps? Yeah, I’m back, yeah
          Don’t give a fuck ’bout what you say
          Because I know that it’s all cap, yeah
          Uh, I run it up a couple laps, yeah
          I spinned the block too many times
          But fuck that shit, youngin, I might just double-back, yeah
          Okay, bing bong, bullets hittin’ everywhere they ricochet
          I’m a menace to society, I’m hated by the ministry
          Okay, them bullets burn
          I just send it to him, let that nigga bake
          He can’t never say he never saw it comin’
          Put it in his face
          My gun be tryna fuck with somethin’, just let the cutter cut
          I can’t leave without it, it come in handy like Kobe in the clutch
          Don’t be afraid to jump right in, nigga this ain’t no double dutch
          Where I’m from, we was trained to kill, who want war with us?
          Whole lot of redrum from me, sip it ’til it’s gone
          A lot of bodies is what you gon’ see, bullets bigger than my thumb
          Don’t make me have to clap this bitch
          Make sure that the job is done
          Can’t let you double-back on me, I only gotta do it once

          [Outro: P Yungin]
          Bitch, it’s up, bitch, you know it’s done
          Bitch, you know it’s up
          I ain’t gotta say no words
          Once you move, they leave you stuck
          Leave your body on the curb
          Speaking out your top, you must got nuts
          No, I ain’t trippin’, we gon’ swerve
          I don’t give a fuck, make your tail tuck

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            Songwriter (s): Dzimi, JuanRa, Saucey Beats, RJAE, Rojay MLP, P Yungin & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

            “Gang Baby” is an NBA collaboration that was recorded in 2020 and was first previewed by RJAE in an IG live on March 26, 2021. The song would leak on February 1, 2022 before later being released on May 13, 2022.

            Never Broke Again, often abbreviated as NBA, is a rap record label from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The group was formed by rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again in 2015; however is now distributed through Universal Music Group with their deal with Motown Records.

            Proud Of Myself
            this is a track by YoungBoy NBA

            [Intro]
            Ayo Bans, what you cookin’?
            Look, this Alice grandson Kentrell
            Yeah, that lil’ boy who you used to always tell on
            I used to be jumpin’ yo’ gate, takin’ the oranges

            [Verse]
            I could tell you that I am proud of myself
            I grew apart, but that’s just the way it is
            Bad boy, all the neighbors, they ain’t want me with they kids
            Probably thought that I a die when they see the way I live, oh-oh
            I done made it ‘cross the field, that’s a touchdown
            Clockin’ in, cut a key, gotta work now
            Mama know that we up now
            Birkin back bag full of cash, hold on, let’s go
            They don’t like me, but I got it, I’m in it, this how it is
            I was down, ain’t have nobody, I did it, that’s my business
            I need forgiveness for bad that I did
            I thank God that he blessed me with all of my friends
            I’m in the hills with all of these Ms
            Young nigga smoke K-2, but I’m smokin’ this shit with twin
            I was stressin’ over you while you wildin’ out with yo’ friends
            With my brother in the coupe, go to poppin’, we shootin’ again, yeah
            And I came out the cell, boy
            Ain’t finish school, but I said that I excel for it
            I’m gettin’ it in, I ain’t quittin’ ’cause I’m winnin’
            Knowin’ how I’m rockin’, I ain’t stoppin’ for the law tonight
            Layin’ ’round with crib, bad women
            Rythm that I’m feelin’, they still got me goin’ off tonight
            Shawty know she real bad with it
            She gon’ ride me and ride ’til I tell her for to stop at the light
            Stay off the ‘Gram, not makin’ friends and she fuck with that
            She made a video out with ’em and I’m lovin’ that
            I got a group of bad women wanna tussle
            Pretty, yeah, got it bad, bad, bad, yeah, yeah
            They ain’t wanna see me winnin’, I was in the prison
            Missing my children, oh
            I— I come from playin’ with that glizzy, tryna’ hit em’ ‘cross the fences
            I ain’t rappin’, I a ten it (Okay)
            Stuck up in it, I feel like I’m on my own (Feel like I’m on my own)
            Paid them millions, I still don’t feel like I’m home
            And it’s the small lil’ things been goin’ wrong
            Feel like my mama gon’ away for like way too long
            I ain’t tryna party ’round y’all
            Cooler than a bird body, more sauce than a Gala walk
            Recognize before it’s missin’, I completed every mission
            I done made it out my grandad house
            Shawty, please don’t you leave
            Don’t you see that I’m in a two way love affair
            Got my heart broke, If I was focused on that
            Would’ve got my head knocked off
            Money gettin’ disease, gun-totin’, slingin’ nigga
            Dead wrong how you vision me (Dead wrong how you vision me)
            And I’m richer than every single my specific critics
            Watch your tone when you mention me
            I can feel it deep inside of my soul
            And I know it’s gon’ get better as we go
            As you know (Oh), all I receive
            Still a ride in a rental with **** in my denim
            John Elliott linen, got crease in my jeans, say Amiri
            Ayy, say who a ten and I stand, okay
            No, she ain’t loyal, ain’t fallin’ away
            But, inside that girl, I be far away
            Run it up, way too much racks for a safe
            Seven hundred thousand, won’t pay for the case, that’s a shame
            Got a hit for every song that they play, what you say?
            I won’t get played, ain’t no love for the game

            [Outro]
            Grandma, I did it
            I don’t really care what they say, I did it
            Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, oh Top

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              Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again

              Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
              project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
              YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
              Holy 
              Nightfall 
              Ghost 
              Wagwan 
              Acclaimed Emotions 
              Loner Life 
              The North Bleeding 
              Proud Of Myself 
              Goals

              “See Me Now”
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                Songwriter (s): Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

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                  Songwriter (s): Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                  Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

                  “Don’t Rate Me”
                  this track by YoungBoy Never Broke Again features Quavo

                  [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                  Kacey…Khaliel
                  Oh, oh, oh, oh
                  Oh, oh, oh (Ayy, ayy)
                  Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

                  Pull up in it, they can’t afford this
                  Now check how I get it, they can’t record this (Yeah, yeah)
                  Put myself on top a brand new level, I just bought a bigger bezel
                  Got her, she’ll never leave me, know that I’ll never let her

                  Do Re Mi, that money come in purple and blue
                  Hold on, I had to tell ’em
                  Don’t rate me, it ain’t no limit to the things that I do
                  Now let me talk the blues

                  The head, I chop ’em, i could vision helicopters
                  I’ma keep that Hell I caught you, inside green and slimy
                  Know I’m shinin’, but can’t count my pockets
                  They can’t stop me, I got the flu, it was sent to me
                  Know that they never could get to me
                  I got them out like an mini me
                  Feelin’ the symphony, turnin’ his head to a centerpiece
                  Know they gon’ try to get rid of me
                  Vision is seen when I’m plannin’ on biddin’ me
                  Concrete body, they ain’t tippin’ me, tell ’em, “Try and see”
                  Millionaire, runnin’ for a B, they ain’t got more bread than me
                  Paid tuition fees, she bring the head to me
                  Got fire on my feet (Yeah)

                  [YoungBoy Never Broke Again (Quavo):]
                  Do Re Mi, that money come in purple and blue
                  Hold on, I had to tell ’em
                  Don’t rate me, it ain’t no limit to the things that I do
                  Now let me talk the blues
                  Don’t save me ’cause I’m not savin’ you
                  You better get it, boy
                  Don’t hate me, I’m gon’ forever do what I do (Yeah, Quavo)
                  I know you feel me, boy

                  [Quavo:]
                  I gotta Hunchos (Cash), get you peeled for some blue strips (Woo)
                  Upgraded all my hollows to them blue tips (Suu)
                  Rated R (Yeah), lotta violence, nigga, set it off (Set it off)
                  Lotta steppin’ in the field (Step), coin toss (Uh)
                  Brick by brick, we built this shit (Brick)
                  Hands on, flip the switch (Flip it)
                  Fuck a bitch (Woo), fell in love once and I can’t go again (No)
                  It’s YB and ‘Cho and we got everybody rich (On God)
                  Bitch, I play on D and I get everybody hit (Uh)
                  Eight hunnid on the AP, I had to buy that shit (Woo)
                  Ten toes rockin’ shit (Ten), Nawfside prodigy (Nawf)
                  Momma told me every time I go up, they gon’ hate me (Momma)
                  It’s okay, momma, ’cause this Glock don’t got safety

                  [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                  Do Re Mi, that money come in purple and blue
                  Hold on, I had to tell ’em
                  Don’t rate me, it ain’t no limit to the things that I do
                  Now let me talk the blues
                  Don’t save me ’cause I’m not savin’ you
                  You better get it, boy
                  Don’t hate me, I’m gon’ forever what I do
                  I know you feel me, boy

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                    Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Quavo

                    Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                    Quavious Keyate Marshall, known professionally as Quavo, is an American rapper and record producer. He is best known as the co-founder and current frontman of hip hop trio Migos. Quavo is related to his fellow Migos members, being Takeoff's uncle and Offset's cousin. He is also a partial owner of the FCF Glacier Boyz. 

                    “Don’t Rate Me”
                    this track by YoungBoy Never Broke Again features Quavo

                    [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                    Kacey…Khaliel
                    Oh, oh, oh, oh
                    Oh, oh, oh (Ayy, ayy)
                    Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

                    Pull up in it, they can’t afford this
                    Now check how I get it, they can’t record this (Yeah, yeah)
                    Put myself on top a brand new level, I just bought a bigger bezel
                    Got her, she’ll never leave me, know that I’ll never let her

                    Do Re Mi, that money come in purple and blue
                    Hold on, I had to tell ’em
                    Don’t rate me, it ain’t no limit to the things that I do
                    Now let me talk the blues

                    The head, I chop ’em, i could vision helicopters
                    I’ma keep that Hell I caught you, inside green and slimy
                    Know I’m shinin’, but can’t count my pockets
                    They can’t stop me, I got the flu, it was sent to me
                    Know that they never could get to me
                    I got them out like an mini me
                    Feelin’ the symphony, turnin’ his head to a centerpiece
                    Know they gon’ try to get rid of me
                    Vision is seen when I’m plannin’ on biddin’ me
                    Concrete body, they ain’t tippin’ me, tell ’em, “Try and see”
                    Millionaire, runnin’ for a B, they ain’t got more bread than me
                    Paid tuition fees, she bring the head to me
                    Got fire on my feet (Yeah)

                    [YoungBoy Never Broke Again (Quavo):]
                    Do Re Mi, that money come in purple and blue
                    Hold on, I had to tell ’em
                    Don’t rate me, it ain’t no limit to the things that I do
                    Now let me talk the blues
                    Don’t save me ’cause I’m not savin’ you
                    You better get it, boy
                    Don’t hate me, I’m gon’ forever do what I do (Yeah, Quavo)
                    I know you feel me, boy

                    [Quavo:]
                    I gotta Hunchos (Cash), get you peeled for some blue strips (Woo)
                    Upgraded all my hollows to them blue tips (Suu)
                    Rated R (Yeah), lotta violence, nigga, set it off (Set it off)
                    Lotta steppin’ in the field (Step), coin toss (Uh)
                    Brick by brick, we built this shit (Brick)
                    Hands on, flip the switch (Flip it)
                    Fuck a bitch (Woo), fell in love once and I can’t go again (No)
                    It’s YB and ‘Cho and we got everybody rich (On God)
                    Bitch, I play on D and I get everybody hit (Uh)
                    Eight hunnid on the AP, I had to buy that shit (Woo)
                    Ten toes rockin’ shit (Ten), Nawfside prodigy (Nawf)
                    Momma told me every time I go up, they gon’ hate me (Momma)
                    It’s okay, momma, ’cause this Glock don’t got safety

                    [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                    Do Re Mi, that money come in purple and blue
                    Hold on, I had to tell ’em
                    Don’t rate me, it ain’t no limit to the things that I do
                    Now let me talk the blues
                    Don’t save me ’cause I’m not savin’ you
                    You better get it, boy
                    Don’t hate me, I’m gon’ forever what I do
                    I know you feel me, boy

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                      Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Quavo

                      Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                      Quavious Keyate Marshall, known professionally as Quavo, is an American rapper and record producer. He is best known as the co-founder and current frontman of hip hop trio Migos. Quavo is related to his fellow Migos members, being Takeoff's uncle and Offset's cousin. He is also a partial owner of the FCF Glacier Boyz. 

                      “Don’t Rate Me”
                      this track by YoungBoy Never Broke Again features Quavo

                      [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                      Kacey…Khaliel
                      Oh, oh, oh, oh
                      Oh, oh, oh (Ayy, ayy)
                      Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

                      Pull up in it, they can’t afford this
                      Now check how I get it, they can’t record this (Yeah, yeah)
                      Put myself on top a brand new level, I just bought a bigger bezel
                      Got her, she’ll never leave me, know that I’ll never let her

                      Do Re Mi, that money come in purple and blue
                      Hold on, I had to tell ’em
                      Don’t rate me, it ain’t no limit to the things that I do
                      Now let me talk the blues

                      The head, I chop ’em, i could vision helicopters
                      I’ma keep that Hell I caught you, inside green and slimy
                      Know I’m shinin’, but can’t count my pockets
                      They can’t stop me, I got the flu, it was sent to me
                      Know that they never could get to me
                      I got them out like an mini me
                      Feelin’ the symphony, turnin’ his head to a centerpiece
                      Know they gon’ try to get rid of me
                      Vision is seen when I’m plannin’ on biddin’ me
                      Concrete body, they ain’t tippin’ me, tell ’em, “Try and see”
                      Millionaire, runnin’ for a B, they ain’t got more bread than me
                      Paid tuition fees, she bring the head to me
                      Got fire on my feet (Yeah)

                      [YoungBoy Never Broke Again (Quavo):]
                      Do Re Mi, that money come in purple and blue
                      Hold on, I had to tell ’em
                      Don’t rate me, it ain’t no limit to the things that I do
                      Now let me talk the blues
                      Don’t save me ’cause I’m not savin’ you
                      You better get it, boy
                      Don’t hate me, I’m gon’ forever do what I do (Yeah, Quavo)
                      I know you feel me, boy

                      [Quavo:]
                      I gotta Hunchos (Cash), get you peeled for some blue strips (Woo)
                      Upgraded all my hollows to them blue tips (Suu)
                      Rated R (Yeah), lotta violence, nigga, set it off (Set it off)
                      Lotta steppin’ in the field (Step), coin toss (Uh)
                      Brick by brick, we built this shit (Brick)
                      Hands on, flip the switch (Flip it)
                      Fuck a bitch (Woo), fell in love once and I can’t go again (No)
                      It’s YB and ‘Cho and we got everybody rich (On God)
                      Bitch, I play on D and I get everybody hit (Uh)
                      Eight hunnid on the AP, I had to buy that shit (Woo)
                      Ten toes rockin’ shit (Ten), Nawfside prodigy (Nawf)
                      Momma told me every time I go up, they gon’ hate me (Momma)
                      It’s okay, momma, ’cause this Glock don’t got safety

                      [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                      Do Re Mi, that money come in purple and blue
                      Hold on, I had to tell ’em
                      Don’t rate me, it ain’t no limit to the things that I do
                      Now let me talk the blues
                      Don’t save me ’cause I’m not savin’ you
                      You better get it, boy
                      Don’t hate me, I’m gon’ forever what I do
                      I know you feel me, boy

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                        Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Quavo

                        Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                        Quavious Keyate Marshall, known professionally as Quavo, is an American rapper and record producer. He is best known as the co-founder and current frontman of hip hop trio Migos. Quavo is related to his fellow Migos members, being Takeoff's uncle and Offset's cousin. He is also a partial owner of the FCF Glacier Boyz. 

                        “Pull Up Actin” Lyrics By YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                        Lyrics From Snippet

                        [Intro]
                        (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)

                        [Chorus]
                        Pull up acting I got diamonds in my necklace, uh (In my necklace)
                        I got money in my pockets and I’m flexin’ n***a (Uh, and I’m flexin’)
                        Tote that ratchet imma blast it if you acting n***a (Tote it, tote it, hit it, hit it)
                        Point at your head, head home if you capping n***a (Baow, baow)
                        Look I’m gone but I got these b*t*hes all in my home
                        Pu**y a** n***a get no dap, introduce him to my chrome
                        Say they bust us off the flap, we gon knock your head off
                        We gon’ lay you in yo last bed that your family bought (Yo f**kin’ coffin)

                        [Verse]
                        What that’s ’bout, pull up to your house (What that’s ’bout?)
                        With them choppas, let, let ’em off (Grrah, grrah)
                        I put a hundred on his head to knock him off (Knock his a**)
                        Who gon run? (Who gon’ run?)
                        B*t*h come out (Bang)
                        I’m with youngins and they bleeding (Pew, pew)
                        Can’t drive the Rolls I’m full of xans so we smash in the coupe
                        Big chains on beaming like Zaytiggy let it boom
                        Big rings on f**k that block we’ll throw him to the grooms

                        [Chorus]
                        Pull up acting I got diamonds in my necklace, uh (In my necklace)
                        I got money in my pockets and I’m flexin’ n***a (Uh, and I’m flexin’)
                        Tote that ratchet imma blast it if you acting n***a (Tote it, tote it, hit it, hit it)
                        Point at your head, head home if you capping n***a (Baow, baow)
                        Look I’m gone but I got these b*t*hes all in my home
                        Pu**y a** n***a get no dap, introduce him to my chrome
                        Say they bust us off the flap, we gon knock your head off
                        We gon’ lay you in yo last bed that your family bought (Yo f**kin’ coffin)

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                          Songwriter (s): P Youngin & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                          Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                          Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Made Rich Lyrics

                          Let ’em hate, I can’t hear what they say
                          Run the money up ’til the whole bank break
                          All-black paint, got it sitting in my facе
                          All black Louie in a all-white Wraith

                          Lil Nas X & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Late To Da Party Lyrics

                          These people they know not to try me
                          I get in that mode and collect me a body
                          I’m up in New York like I’m Gotti
                          I’m ridin’ the shorty like new Kawasakis

                          ILoveMakonnen & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – All My Shit Is Stupid Lyrics

                          I don’t need no [?], they startin’ the rumors
                          I hope they not plannin’ on testin’ me
                          ‘Cause all my niggas, they ruthless
                          Aim at the crowd and shoot shit

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Goals Lyrics

                          My name to some people ain’t looked over
                          Go find you somethin’ to look over
                          Since young, never been a pushover
                          Got the bag like a book holder

                          Never Broke Again – Gang Baby Lyrics

                          I’ma roll a nigga up like I was rollin’ up a taco
                          Fuck it, hop out, make ’em Glocks blow
                          And bitch, this choppa got a stock on it
                          No serial code, but I pull up in a lockout

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Proud Of Myself Lyrics

                          Watch your tone when you mention me
                          I can feel it deep inside of my soul
                          And I know it’s gon’ get better as we go
                          As you know (Oh), all I receive

                          YoungBoy NBA – See Me Now Lyrics

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                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – See Me Now Lyrics

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                          YoungBoy NBA – Don’t Rate Me Lyrics

                          Know I’m shinin’, but can’t count my pockets
                          They can’t stop me, I got the flu, it was sent to me
                          Know that they never could get to me
                          I got them out like an mini me

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Quavo – Don’t Rate Me Lyrics

                          Know I’m shinin’, but can’t count my pockets
                          They can’t stop me, I got the flu, it was sent to me
                          Know that they never could get to me
                          I got them out like an mini me

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Don’t Rate Me Lyrics

                          Know I’m shinin’, but can’t count my pockets
                          They can’t stop me, I got the flu, it was sent to me
                          Know that they never could get to me
                          I got them out like an mini me

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – The North Bleeding Lyrics

                          Bitch, I ain’t got no budget, take that nigga
                          Cadillac on twenty-fours, this that Nawf swag, nigga
                          And I back with your ho, I’m just singin’ riddles on her
                          La, la, la, tell your boyfriend I’ll kill ’em

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Loner Life Lyrics

                          She know I got that back, I want a bag (Woo)
                          She know I’ma stand on this shit, ok
                          Turn the phone off ’til my whole ‘gram turn off
                          Rich and he got no money, what’s wrong?

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Acclaimed Emotions Lyrics

                          Ducking from bullets inside of my truck, what the fu
                          This a dirty game, brought a lot of pain
                          They don’t know the story, so why should I feel sh
                          I don’t want the glory, I want the finer things

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Wagwan Lyrics

                          Shawty know that we ain’t coppin’ pleas, no
                          I been guilty for your love and I plead, no
                          Take the stress out through my link-up (Ooh-ooh)
                          Now I’m hoppin’ out, I ain’t freezin’ up (Ooh)

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Ghost Lyrics

                          That’s a hunnid girl (Hunnid), did that money flow?
                          I was broke before, woah, woah
                          Put up with that shit with her, I don’t really know
                          She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mister froze

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Nightfall Lyrics

                          That ski mask made out some sweats
                          I bleed the block and bleed my set
                          I’m like Biancis in the jets
                          Say, “Fuck the track or take the brack”

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Holy Lyrics

                          Tote a mac, I be mackin’ , my pimpin’ I’m kickin’
                          My diamonds, they shine on the top of my linen
                          My entry be bringing me more credentials
                          Gotta clean up my dental, I stop at the dentist

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – 4KT Baby Lyrics

                          Can’t get my daddy off that cocaine
                          Can’t get my nigga off them pills
                          Wach your back ’cause this shit real
                          You can’t stand up to that steel

                          DaBaby – JUMP (Remix) Lyrics

                          I can do anything, I’m the best (Best)
                          Nigga, what’s up, I only wanna tank (Tank)
                          I heard this beat and know I’m gonna spaz (Spaz)
                          Look at that Lambo, this was it has (Has)

                          NoCap – 38 Sides Lyrics

                          Had on my Rolex and chain my last time slidin’
                          I just know this her first and last time ridin’
                          Ride through the hood with a hood nigga
                          Leave the bank and drop it off on my gravedigger

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Opposite Lyrics

                          I thought that you was the opposite
                          You was the one I was rockin’ with
                          I’m the one who would think we’ll never end
                          Get that money, with you I go shoppin’ with

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Whatever I Say Lyrics

                          45, close malls soon as I whip this bitch out
                          Ain’t no way, ain’t no aim, hit, spark
                          She know that I’m ballin’
                          And she know I’m gon’ take some off

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Free Meechy Lyrics

                          Bullets do a flip, youngin’ tryna bruise him
                          Ooh (It’s Lil Top, It’s Lil Top)
                          Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha
                          (Who they can’t stop, Who they can’t stop)

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – War Lyrics

                          Time to pour up so we stop at the Shell
                          Inside of the city, leave ’em dead where he live
                          I’m on location, they plan for to get me
                          She gon’ check out the scene after somebody killed

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Live Lyrics

                          Pour more, I got the endin’
                          ‘Cause she controlled half of the beginnin’
                          Yeah, I wan’ win it, no, I ain’t finished
                          She wanna jeopardize my whole way of livin’

                          NoCap & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Glasshouse Lyrics

                          Middle finger, thug life like Pac
                          None of you niggas don’t owe me nun’
                          When it rain, get the drop on the opp
                          The Glock got the dick, finna piss on ’em

                          NoCap & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – PallBearer Lyrics

                          All we know is ball, niggas shavin’
                          It’s a drought on real niggas, hate to say it, ayy
                          Spin the Benz, do a drill, in a damn Mercedes
                          My screen cracked, I told ’em that, I’m still catchin’

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Don Dada Lyrics

                          YB a dirty motherfucka, he got ’bout nine kids
                          They know with that shit I is, bitch, yeah, bitch, yeah
                          Pop a pill, uh, roll until he dead, oh, yeah
                          Leave ’em dead, talk that shit, he lay in his bed..

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – SuperBowl Lyrics

                          They don’t even want probably see me out of jail
                          Missin’ every moment, you’ll trip while you here
                          Stuck ’round like she came back from the dead
                          She still love a nigga while another girl here

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Mr. Grim Reaper Lyrics

                          Why Dave died as a child?
                          Baby Joe got shot front his child
                          Wonder why a flag a part our style
                          Wanna get out but wonder why that I can’t stop

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Speed Racing Lyrics

                          Richer than a motherfucker
                          I’m not worried about anybody
                          Know that we got plenty choppers
                          Shoot this bitch and clear the party, yea

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Lost Soul Lyrics

                          Lost soul at night I’ll be alright
                          I see nothing frightening in no one eyes
                          Feel they don’t love me, feel like fuck it kept my head
                          I’m shooting it out behind it all I’ll be willing to die

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I Got The Bag Lyrics

                          Spend a check on AP, one for her and for her
                          Got my fit lookin’ like that I sponsor cigar
                          And you know that it’s tough, that’s a Moncler puff
                          Bitch, you know I’m a thug

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again & DaBaby – Hit Lyrics

                          I hopped out that bitch, left it runnin’ (Yeah, bitch)
                          Don’t make me get in no trouble (With that), yeah
                          You know when I air this bitch out now
                          I’m tryna be calm, I promise

                          DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – On This Line Lyrics

                          Aim at a bitch, shoot out the side of a Maybach
                          And went back and painted the whip
                          Pay me a lawyer, bulletproof trucks for my daughter
                          So coppers can’t spray at the whip

                          DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Little To A Lot Lyrics

                          Hurt inside they made me act this way
                          But them people still gon’ still fault me
                          From the streets and that’s what taught me
                          I been dealing with my pain on top my brain

                          DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – WiFi Lyrics

                          On the scene and we blocking and lurking
                          And I’m fiending to get at they dude
                          Hit that boy with the stick same day shoot a video
                          Record it then I upload to Youtube

                          DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Turbo Lyrics

                          You know the Lambo go fast
                          They want me to slow down but I’m back on they ass
                          Back in that bitch and with 30 they tax
                          Baby done went and got another one

                          DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – BBL Lyrics

                          I’m like you done went got a lil ass on you
                          Doctor did good shit I can’t even tell
                          I’m the only one wrao this pack in the mail
                          Had to make something for the gangsta bitches

                          DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Count On Me Lyrics

                          2021 caught my lick 2020 lost my bro
                          I went to you I figured you can heal my soul
                          I guess I was wrong you gone break me
                          I kept on raising my tone now you hate me

                          DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Syracuse Lyrics

                          Do it solo, don’t need me a group (Uh-huh)
                          She want her a chocolate nigga (A chocolate!)
                          She keep on tellin’ me that I’m cute
                          They better go and get top for a nigga

                          DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Creeper Lyrics

                          And put her out like the landlord
                          And send her right back to her man, hah (Huh)
                          I hope that you understand, Lord
                          Ice cold nigga livin’ life with no feelings (Yeah)

                          DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Head Off Lyrics

                          Ya’ll the one made the people think Baby to gangsta
                          It ain’t that these niggas just bitch niggas
                          Calm that shit down it ain’t never that serious
                          Moving on me like I ain’t a rich nigga

                          DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Bestie Lyrics

                          You caught me in the room, you a fuck
                          Keep it real, don’t you lie to me, baby (Keep it real)
                          But that’s only if I’m in the mood
                          Shit, I feel her legs through the day

                          DaBaby & YoungBoy NBA – Neighborhood Superstar Lyrics

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                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics

                          He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it’s black coated (Yeah)
                          Slidin’ in a Tesla, and he got that yay on
                          Pussy nigga dissin’ me, mad about his dead homie
                          Nigga, I’m a real Blood, and I’m screamin’, “Blatt”

                          2 Chainz – 10 Bracelets Lyrics

                          More whips then kunta Kinte
                          Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente
                          Put the boxing gloves on show you how to beat cases
                          If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Bring The Hook Lyrics

                          And you know that be my closest partner
                          Don’t trust YoungBoy, ’cause he ain’t right
                          You jokin’, he gon’ kill you ’bout it
                          Squeeze that Glock as soon as he sighted
                          Nigga stop that fuckin’ talkin’

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Snow Bunny Lyrics

                          I lost her and now I can’t find her
                          I’m telling my bro use the gram, she gotta be found
                          Locked down, confined at the house right now
                          I can’t leave but want her to come
                          Watching TV, I’m chilling while talking to Jason

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I Got This Lyrics

                          Since the day my mama taught me how to pray
                          A person like me, they could never break
                          A person like us, they gon’ forever hate
                          But we got friends and we got goals that remove that trait
                          That trait of life, you know?

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Internet Money – Flossin’ Lyrics

                          These diamonds ain’t coming up off me
                          Nigga know I tote big .40’s, pull up and end your party
                          I say I can’t keep these bitches off me
                          See them gunners, they still ain’t caught me
                          Catch you round just for to find peace

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Fish Scale Lyrics

                          She got her a BBL, I’m out on the street with a TEC that kill
                          These diamonds, they glist’, you see I’m is
                          I’m the originator, keep a Drac’ like a sportsinator
                          Count up plenty paper, know that glizzy be fornicatin’
                          Put a clock on the top of hater

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Foolish Figure Lyrics

                          How it feel? They know that I don’t care
                          If you gotta go to school, my nigga
                          I done made it here without no rules, my nigga
                          Love ’em all, you know that I ain’t chose a nigga
                          They tell me I’m a star, I’m just a foolish figure

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again & DaBaby – Bestie/Hit Lyrics

                          I hopped out that bitch, left it runnin’ (Yeah, bitch)
                          Don’t make me get in no trouble (With that), yeah
                          You know when I air this bitch out now
                          I’m tryna be calm, I promise
                          It’s gettin’ too hard to be humble

                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Emo Rockstar Lyrics | NobleLyrics

                          I don’t give no fuck ’bout what they think ’bout
                          This money can fill up a grotto
                          I got all them models in so many cars, they all can’t fit at my house
                          No, no-no-no-no-no-no-no

                          [Lyrics] » Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – We Ride | NobleLyrics

                          You know we ’bout to get it on (Hands up)
                          And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly
                          Nigga, you know we ’bout to get it on
                          Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga
                          Them M’s in town, nigga

                          [Lyrics] » Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – 100 Rounds | NobleLyrics

                          All black Maybach, need another car
                          Ain’t drive that bitch in at least a year
                          Daddy caught over fifty years
                          Vaughn locked up, got another five

                          [Lyrics] » Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Choppa Boy | NobleLyrics

                          Ridin’ in a drop on the same block they killed my cousin
                          At night, I done sing out my heart, so
                          Can’t get my foot out the streets like I got shackles on
                          Dump, over fifteen million I done made since you been gone

                          [Lyrics] » Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Open Arms | NobleLyrics

                          Reinforcement, convoy, talkin’ numbers
                          Been a mastermind since I was little
                          Since a child at six, Ben been my nigga
                          Touch three, I ‘pose to zip my hitta
                          I can’t, he ain’t blood, but sometimes shit, water thicker

                          [Lyrics] » Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again- Alligator Walk | NobleLyrics

                          This bitch act like he wanna do somethin’
                          Youngest flexin’, whoop ’em, zip ’em, drag ’em out
                          Stolo whippin’, pistol grippin’, tryna bag ’em down
                          He left two stretched out without no witness round, yeah, yeah

                          [Lyrics] » Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – The Bigger End | NobleLyrics

                          Stop that, under my arm I keep the Glock at
                          Tell that nigga try that
                          He don’t come correct he gon’ get popped at
                          Better be about that, just me and Ten controlling my set
                          One of ’em try to take that

                          [Lyrics] » Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Young Stunna | NobleLyrics

                          Uh, I’m, I be the motive, the reason and why
                          These niggas be dissin’ and want to come try
                          He ain’t usin’ his head, I’ma take off his mind
                          I, go to the war wit’ the whole hood about mine

                          [Lyrics] » Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Safe Than Sorry | NobleLyrics

                          No need to be scared, know we gotta all go
                          No need for me losin’ my head, ain’t no sorrow
                          Gotta be ready, ready for that call, though
                          I’m gon’ be ready, ready for to move on
                          We did not end strong, I just said it’s all my fault

                          [Lyrics] » Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Heart & Soul | NobleLyrics

                          Havin’ you, you don’t know what it meant to me
                          It ain’t get to me, nah, every time that you said you ain’t shit to me
                          Even though you meant the world to me
                          Goin’ straight even though you curvin’ me

                          [Lyrics] » Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – How Ya Kno | NobleLyrics

                          Top, It’s Lil Top
                          Uh uh, uh uh baby where you go?
                          She say, “I’m goin’ home cause you rude as fuck”
                          Nigga, fuck (I don’t give no fuck, bitch)

                          [Lyrics] » Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Achievements | NobleLyrics

                          Talk to my granddad and I always say I’m fine
                          When I know I’m experiencin’ the same pain as a child
                          Ten cars don’t need no ride
                          I ain’t buyin’ that shit no more, ooh
                          Get a driver for the week, that’s how I float around

                          [Lyrics] » Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Black Ball | NobleLyrics

                          Know I got one cocked in, yeah
                          They want to stop this, no, no, no, not my friend
                          Stop the time, know they know one thing, that my slime
                          That’s my brother, that’s my sister, and they better not cross the line

                          [Lyrics] » Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Stuck With Me | NobleLyrics

                          Niggas already know what business I stand on
                          It’s Murder Gang, you hear me
                          It’s up with me and it’s stuck with me
                          Bitch ass nigga, what

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Still Waiting | NobleLyrics

                          Just hold me down and I promise I won’t fail you
                          How I’m feeling, it ain’t no one I can tell it to
                          Who really love me? I can say a few
                          Mama, I’m so sorry, I can’t save myself

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Footstep | NobleLyrics

                          I ain’t been recording but I’m still going crazy
                          Leaning got me lazy, but I’m still on apeshit
                          I turn up soon as I wake up, I say “Amen” with my baby

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Panoramic | NobleLyrics

                          Stop this bitch, let that thing blow
                          And I’ll forever be here if they ain’t know
                          Nah, for real though, nigga, when I’m in the grave, they still gon’ play my song

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – White Teeth | NobleLyrics

                          She just wanna ride, ride
                          “YoungBoy, I wanna slide, slide”
                          Until the other side die, leaning parallel fly
                          This chain could put out fire

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – All I Need | NobleLyrics

                          Saying in my head imma shut that down
                          Shorty scared of my partna imma slide my round
                          We gone bang with yo nigga soon as it go left
                          Now that’s all imma tell you they know bout that gang

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Kickstand | NobleLyrics

                          We gotta do well, you can’t cop it
                          Swag can’t copy, nigga, just stop it
                          Shawty real bad, tryna make her my bitch
                          I know that you toxic, don’t try and fuckin’ hide it

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Level I Want To Reach | NobleLyrics

                          Niggas tryna walk like, talk like me and my twins
                          We don’t got no room for all your friends
                          Tension in the room soon as you walked in

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Nevada | NobleLyrics

                          And I think I just, I should leave, I just
                          Should I leave it ‘lone? Ah
                          Should I try or just? I can’t lie, I just
                          I be wrong for the cry

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Baddest Thing | NobleLyrics

                          Steady asking like, “Can you take me home?”
                          Tell somebody anything I want, yeah
                          H-O-L-D, huh, hold on me, yeah
                          D-I-E, I’ve been needing some peace

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – My Killa | NobleLyrics

                          Beat a nigga ass, probably mad I ain’t kill him
                          I’m a real gangbanger, I don’t fuck with these niggas
                          Came from the back, I was in Parish Prison
                          Same way I rap nigga caught em slippin’

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Forgiato | NobleLyrics

                          Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin’
                          That’s where I’m at, right in that North where I’m known as murder man
                          Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Break Or Make Me | NobleLyrics

                          They don’t love me like way back then
                          Wasn’t even there for me even most my mans
                          I just wanna ballout fall off in my big home
                          All these drugs that I’m on

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Life Support | NobleLyrics

                          They gon’ take it once they pull the cord
                          I call that life on life support (Ooh)
                          They don’t respect me no more, they don’t love me no more

                          [Lyric] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Toxic Punk | NobleLyrics

                          Thinkin’ ’bout you gone, it got me sad
                          Ridin’ fast, police on my ass, huh
                          Do the dash, hopin’ I don’t crash
                          But if I do, so (Hm)

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Rich Shit | NobleLyrics

                          Headin’ off with a stick, mortician goin’ on
                          Goin’ in in the middle when it pop off
                          You know I got my blick off, up go down
                          And you know I let the shots off

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I Can’t Take It Back | NobleLyrics

                          D Dawg coming home next year
                          I wake up and take one pill
                          Ain’t turn down since I signed my deal
                          Ain’t shown love since Dump got killed

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Sincerely | NobleLyrics

                          That’s all I want that’s all I need
                          And plus some money and my Glock
                          Passport get overseas I can buy another foreign car
                          Can buy a bitch to feed my needs

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – No Where | NobleLyrics

                          Damn, I miss the old me
                          So high that I might OD
                          Wish you was here to hold me
                          Don’t wan’ leave, just wan’ stay here and think

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Smoke Strong | NobleLyrics

                          Try to speak, don’t even waste time ’cause they know right now I’m on business
                          Bought that stolo right from Mr. Ratchet
                          Broke with nothin’ ’cause ain’t catch nothin’ up in it, bah

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – On My Side | NobleLyrics

                          Cards like its real estate, nigga, back it down
                          Soon as that chopper bang, gravediggin’, 4K Trey
                          Nigga, this a shotta’s chain
                          Real killer, don’t play with children, ‘fore

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Hold Me Down | NobleLyrics

                          Thinkin’ ’bout Benjis, I know what she like
                          Know a whole lotta bad bitches
                          Real slatt business, wanna be my wife
                          Layin’ ’round with my mistress

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – 50 Shots | NobleLyrics

                          Got my wig on, prolly in the city
                          With a dirty stick and some shit that’s sticky
                          In the murder zone while I’m in their city
                          Spin they block around tryna kill the business

                          [Lyrics] » YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Bad Morning | NobleLyrics

                          All praise to Allah, one was dead in less than sixty
                          We gon’ burn ’em for real, leave ’em dead if he miss
                          Shooter aim when you shot at them, fuck with my bodies

                          [Lyrics] » Migos – Need It | NobleLyrics

                          This Draco undefeated (Rah)
                          Hit your block and then I bleed it (Yeah)
                          Go long, these bullets, he receive it
                          I can’t see it (I can’t)
                          My wrist look like a snow cone, make her eat it (Whoa)

                          [Lyrics] » Mike WiLL Made-it – What That Speed Bout!? | NobleLyrics

                          I leave the club, drivin’ fast, baby, what that speed ’bout?

                          If you keep it real, say your needs, I’ll pay that cost
                          Ten thousand for her to go shopping, ain’t nothin’ to worry ’bout

                          [Lyrics] Future – Trillionaire |NobleLyrics

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                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                          “The North Bleeding”

                          Ayy, yo, Bands, what you cookin’?
                          It’s Malik on the track
                          Look

                          No new shoes ’til momma get her taxes
                          Police arrest me ’cause it’s thug life, survival tactics
                          From a shoebox to my mattress, from my mattress to the bank
                          Been doin’ this shit since I was 17, you think that I can’t think?
                          My gangsta, what the fuck you think?
                          ‘Bout these cold killers and dope sniffers that run with me
                          Seen that I don’t fuck with ’em, now they come for me
                          They know he keep it tucked with him
                          Now which one y’all wanna run with me?
                          Back against the wall, ran through it all, now they wan’ see me bleed

                          Sun don’t shine no more, the rain don’t fall
                          I’ll be back on my feet soon as the time come ’round
                          I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
                          I heard they comin’ to see me, tell ’em, “It won’t be easy,” woah
                          Lay down that wonder, then they spray while a nigga walk, walk
                          Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
                          Two hunnid for lil’ boy pole and he told me he didn’t need it
                          We fell off ’cause I was loaded, she was flashin’, I was leanin’

                          Black Forces, my gun, you cannot see, I’m lookin’ like I’m thievin’
                          I feel it in the air like like Beanie Sigel, and, bitch, I’m rich like John Cena
                          I keep it gangsta like [?], I’m talkin’ to Stunna, I’m finna leave her
                          He got a chick with a bad daughter, I told him, “See if she want me”
                          That’s twenty mill’ for me, and here goes thirty mill’ for you, thug
                          Bless the shooter and fuck these hoes, these niggas wasn’t raised like us
                          Shoot the burner ’til you hear, “Click,” never tried to make a shoe fit
                          Baby momma fuckin’ them, they tried to kill me, nasty, dirty bitch, you know

                          The rain don’t fall
                          Know I’ll be back on my feet soon as the time come ’round
                          I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
                          I heard they comin’ to see me, tell ’em, “It won’t be easy,” woah
                          Lay down that wonder, then they spray while a nigga walk, walk
                          (Lay your funk-ass down, where that money at?)
                          Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
                          Two hunnid for my boy pole
                          Swervin’ in that Rolls-Royce, remember back up in the day it was a stolo

                          Turn that ass ’round lil’ thottie-ottie mami
                          Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
                          Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
                          She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me

                          Bitch, I ain’t got no budget, take that nigga
                          Cadillac on twenty-fours, this that Nawf swag, nigga
                          And I back with your ho, I’m just singin’ riddles on her
                          La, la, la, tell your boyfriend I’ll kill ’em
                          Plenty hitters, nigga, and I pulled ’em up in transition
                          At your car, shoot dirty Glocks, and I got all your transmission
                          How you try to run it, daddy? Stupid, all your pants missin’
                          Fuckin’ doofus, we too ruthless, he just wanna smash niggas
                          And she know that dude, that gang got dead bodies
                          It’s a true crime, po, shawty know I get it on
                          Bangin’ like this Saint’s Row, I made my bones inside the Nawf
                          She tryna help me take it slow

                          The rain don’t fall
                          Know I’ll be back on my feet soon as the time come ’round
                          I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
                          I heard they comin’ to see me, tell ’em, “It won’t be easy,” woah
                          Lay down that wonder, then they spray while a nigga walk, walk
                          Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
                          Two hunnid for lil’ boy pole and he told me he didn’t need it
                          We fell off ’cause I was loaded, she was flashin’, I was leanin’

                          Turn that ass ’round lil’ thottie-ottie mami
                          Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
                          Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
                          She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me

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                            Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                            Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                            project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                            YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                            Holy 
                            Nightfall 
                            Ghost 
                            Wagwan 
                            Acclaimed Emotions 
                            Loner Life 
                            The North Bleeding 
                            Proud Of Myself 
                            Goals

                            YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                            Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                            YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                            “Loner Life”

                            (Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker)

                            You still think about me and don’t like the way that I live
                            Still can’t figure out the way my heart is
                            She know that I’m a problem, “He’s alone and not much love, he ain’t got nothin'” (Woo-woo)
                            Thirty poppa came over (Woo, came over), come out the window hang over (Woo)
                            Super-chained it, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah
                            Whole lotta bitches, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh

                            She know I got that back, I want a bag (Woo)
                            She know I’ma stand on this shit, ok
                            Turn the phone off ’til my whole ‘gram turn off
                            Rich and he got no money, what’s wrong?
                            I got the money, I changed my persona
                            Bulletproof whip, how I’m gon’ hit the corner, I’m in (Woo, you know I’m in, yeah)
                            Stuntin’ on top of these niggas, yeah
                            Mommy, you got it, I did it, yeah
                            On top of the mountains with millions, woah (Woo)
                            My kids gon’ have it then get it (Woo)
                            I just might go buy my sister a Bentley
                            I just might give my [?] a ticket (Talk)
                            She know I’m a thug nigga, I got hitters, and now I got drugs with me
                            From the bottom, the Nawf, grew up in it
                            I come home from jail and they wanna put slugs in it
                            ‘Cause I’m standin’ on business, don’t fuck with them, nada percentage
                            The penny got floods in it
                            Switch the whips and you know they gon’ rub different
                            From the gutter and still in the mud with it
                            Double R (Double R, double R), I take the top off that muhfucker’
                            I pull up in that Rover, it’s truck color
                            A [?] Goyard, that’s a dirty color
                            I done ran up that factor on all these niggas
                            Bullets run like confetti, you play with it
                            Come from rocking with hoes inside my tinteds
                            I’ll come to some goals, ain’t playin’ tennis (Come on slime)

                            You still think about me and don’t like the way that I live
                            Still can’t figure out the way my heart is
                            She know that I’m a problem, “He’s alone and not much love, he ain’t got nothin'” (Woo-woo)
                            Thirty poppa came over (Woo, came over), come out the window hang over (Woo)
                            Super-chained it, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah
                            Whole lotta bitches, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh

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                              Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                              Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                              project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                              YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                              Holy 
                              Nightfall 
                              Ghost 
                              Wagwan 
                              Acclaimed Emotions 
                              Loner Life 
                              The North Bleeding 
                              Proud Of Myself 
                              Goals

                              YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                              Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                              YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                              “Acclaimed Emotions”

                              Say she really like a nigga, she know I’m fucking with her
                              She don’t know that we be at war, they be tryna kill us
                              Northside where I grew up, not too far from by the river
                              And I always knew I’d come far ever since I was a lil’ one (D-Roc)

                              Nah, for real
                              I always knew that I’d be, I’d be doing something special with my life one day
                              I done been through a lot in life
                              I kinda, I see the bigger picture of things now
                              I ain’t really like just to fall on a lot but you know I’m aware
                              Shit, nigga, I done came up from the bottom, like literally

                              Went from stolo surfing to a own Rolls
                              Come from hand-me-downs to his own clothes
                              No facade, he on it and he don’t fold
                              Couple niggas dead all behind songs
                              Fit look like I’m from Hong Kong
                              Going through court behind a dirty game
                              Can’t let them see me and I don’t got names
                              Mama, I’m a gangster, please forgive me, I’m so gone
                              Life in danger, they gon’ kill me, don’t do no running at all
                              I done got serious, things done changed, got that money standing at all
                              I don’t need that Range, I just woke up and bought that car

                              Say she really like a nigga, she know I’m fucking with her
                              She don’t know that we be at war, they be tryna kill us
                              Northside where I grew up, not too far from by the river
                              And I always knew I’d come far ever since I was a lil’ one

                              Ooh, yeah yeah yeah
                              Out the jungle I grew
                              Oh, nah nah nah nah
                              They don’t know my pain, ooh

                              They said I duck
                              Thank God they ain’t struck
                              Bases is loaded, I’m filling it up
                              Get to that money, I’m sending it up
                              Only a few that I know I can trust
                              All that I got, I ain’t giving it up
                              Ducking from bullets inside of my truck, what the fuck?
                              This a dirty game, brought a lot of pain
                              They don’t know the story, so why should I feel shame?
                              I don’t want the glory, I want the finer things
                              New check for that money, it been acclaimed
                              Hold on, she calling me

                              Say she really like a nigga, she know I’m fucking with her
                              She don’t know that we be at war, they be tryna kill us
                              Northside where I grew up, not too far from by the river
                              And I always knew I’d come far ever since I was a lil’ one

                              Ooh, yeah yeah yeah
                              Out the jungle I grew
                              Oh, nah nah nah nah
                              They don’t know my pain, ooh
                              Young stolo safer got the Rolls
                              Oh ah ah ah ah

                              Young stolo safer got the Rolls, nigga
                              But look at that
                              This when them gangsters finish they plan
                              Even though we all one together, we stand, nigga, it’s 4KTrey

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                                Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                Holy 
                                Nightfall 
                                Ghost 
                                Wagwan 
                                Acclaimed Emotions 
                                Loner Life 
                                The North Bleeding 
                                Proud Of Myself 
                                Goals

                                YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                “Wagwan”

                                (It’s a Menace Beat, boy)

                                Might join twenty-three (Ooh)
                                I’m too street for industry (Ooh)
                                Shawty know that we ain’t coppin’ pleas, no
                                I been guilty for your love and I plead, no
                                Take the stress out through my link-up (Ooh-ooh)
                                Now I’m hoppin’ out, I ain’t freezin’ up (Ooh)
                                I took all the Ls, still ain’t givin’ up
                                Finna get this shit up out of here, and I ain’t givin’ none

                                She say, “Hey” to me, I say, “Wagwan”
                                Got a kid that’s strong walkin’ through my strong
                                Why don’t they just let me be? Think I got signs
                                That I only got myself, you not my kind
                                You, you are too cool
                                Come get what I need, then I’m through
                                I see you like me, I like you too
                                And I like the money, I know you do

                                Expedition
                                Got a new stick, got a new clip for the detention
                                Make ’em youngins wet the whole block if you mention me
                                People hatin’ on me, yet you act like you ain’t seein’ me
                                Better not let me find out you a friend of me
                                Brother always said, “How yo’ friend turn a enemy?”
                                Them niggas know I said what I said, they plan on endin’ me
                                Money, I was keepin’ niggas calm like they can of meat
                                Young nigga pull up and sign and run, it’s like he sellin’ keys
                                Push start, wireless keys (Ooh)
                                Flyback, it’s costin’ shawty overseas
                                Tell her, “Bring back some Louis V, and some bay clothes”
                                I pour a seven inside my drink and it taste good
                                Shawty got that chicken, she left, yes, her lo gone
                                Wet up a whole block with that TEC and they get gone
                                I can’t get cloned, no more spendin’ wrong
                                They gon’ speak on us ’til I put flex down

                                She say, “Hey” to me, I say, “Wagwan”
                                Got a kid that’s strong walkin’ through my strong
                                Why don’t they just let me be? Think I got signs
                                That I only got myself, you not my kind
                                You, you are too cool
                                Come get what I need, then I’m through
                                I see you like me, I like you too
                                And I like the money, I know you do

                                Might join twenty-three (Ooh)
                                I’m too street for industry (Ooh)
                                Shawty know that we ain’t coppin’ pleas, no
                                I been guilty for your love and I plead, no
                                Take the stress out through my link-up (Ooh-ooh)
                                Now I’m hoppin’ out, I ain’t freezin’ up (Ooh)
                                I took all the Ls, still ain’t givin’ up
                                Finna get this shit up out of here, and I ain’t givin’ none

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                                  Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                  Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                  project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                  YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                  Holy 
                                  Nightfall 
                                  Ghost 
                                  Wagwan 
                                  Acclaimed Emotions 
                                  Loner Life 
                                  The North Bleeding 
                                  Proud Of Myself 
                                  Goals

                                  YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                  Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                  YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                  “Ghost”

                                  (Ayy, Lastwords)
                                  Uh (D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc)

                                  That’s a hunnid girl (Hunnid), did that money flow?
                                  I was broke before, woah, woah
                                  Put up with that shit with her, I don’t really know
                                  She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mister froze
                                  Pull up all white lookin’ like ya caught the holy ghost
                                  Baby, this a Cullinan, this is not no ghost (Ghost)
                                  She told me that she like me, and say I’m her ghost (Ghost)
                                  Woah, woah
                                  Woah, woah, I just sing to you

                                  I got too much flood, I’m drippin’ when I come through it, woah, woah
                                  Swervin’ in foreign, that’s a woah, woah
                                  And that bitch go gang snow
                                  She the same color, bankroll rainbow (Rainbow)
                                  She want me to come up with it, she don’t care about if my money run out
                                  Tryna bang me something
                                  Heard he say my name, he stain’
                                  I can’t wait until the day we burn him
                                  And the Nawf was home
                                  Boy, dare I go through the window, comin’ out that house with somethin’
                                  Baby, I was broke
                                  Now I don’t know, I had summer, I don’t know a cold winter (I don’t know)
                                  My desire dafted with my money
                                  I just did it again, I just stepped on ’em (On it, I’m on ’em)
                                  I got them hunnids from way back then
                                  Put on that jersey, on back it say, “Kill ’em”
                                  Swerve in that ‘Burban with burners on him
                                  I had to while [?] to her
                                  I got the gunners on top of the rim, know that they all gon’ dunk on something
                                  Dope ain’t somethin’
                                  Slide in the Maybach, stain, countin’ up big rack hunnids, oh-oh
                                  I shoot the gun at the niggas, they already know I’m comin’, I got the M&Ms
                                  Versace my nigga’nem, I wanna take me a jet out to London (Oh, oh)
                                  Karat the diamond and everyone, pointers
                                  And you niggas ain’t know nothin’, yeah

                                  That’s a hunnid girl (Hunnid), did that money flow?
                                  I was broke before, woah, woah
                                  Put up with that shit with her, I don’t really know
                                  She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mister froze
                                  Pull up all white lookin’ like ya caught the holy ghost
                                  Baby, this a Cullinan, this is not no ghost (Ghost)
                                  She told me that she like me, and say I’m her ghost (Ghost)
                                  Woah, woah
                                  Woah, woah, I just sing to you

                                  I got too much flood, I’m drippin’ when I come through it, woah, woah
                                  Swervin’ in foreign, that’s a woah, woah
                                  And that bitch go gang snow
                                  She the same color, bankroll rainbow (Bankroll)
                                  She want me to come up with it, she don’t care about if my money run out

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                                    ✍️ Correct Lyrics

                                    Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                    Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                    project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                    YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                    Holy 
                                    Nightfall 
                                    Ghost 
                                    Wagwan 
                                    Acclaimed Emotions 
                                    Loner Life 
                                    The North Bleeding 
                                    Proud Of Myself 
                                    Goals

                                    YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                    Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                    YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                    “Nightfall”

                                    (SAUCEboy shit, what you want me to do?)
                                    (K10, stay there)

                                    I just parked the runner, be patient, I’m on my way now
                                    Backyard at grandma house with my cousins, that was my playground
                                    Shawty zip ’em then he flooded the scene, still ain’t no face found
                                    Mike Amiri, denim my jeans, facetime a Jake out
                                    Switch the diamonds out the Jacob
                                    One mistake is what erased him
                                    Switch out the diamonds, change my placement
                                    I send me a bigger payment
                                    Shell cases bought a casement
                                    Better choppas come in cases
                                    Catch me [?] the foot, I talk Jamaican
                                    But I think that they fakin’
                                    Walk the streets and argue with my ho, she can pack her shit and go
                                    I can spend my money on my lawyers, finna win in court
                                    Pull up, get the bag and go
                                    Ain’t no time to kick it
                                    I’m not laughin’ with these fake niggas
                                    Bitch, it just some business
                                    Stand on business, we tote sinners, it go, “Blatt”
                                    Stop that, dealers, give me a new hat
                                    Know I might catch a hat today, I feel it
                                    Too much lean, and it’s fuckin’ up my kidneys, blow out his liver
                                    Bro gon’ [?] in him, they come get that shit that look like [?]

                                    When it’s nightfall, dogs out, hitters out, you know that it’s time
                                    I’ll be hustlin’ ’til they take me out to the other side
                                    They plenty trouble, I’ll be thuggin’, I don’t even know why
                                    Come from the gutter where the pastor, they be tellin’ you lies

                                    Why you keep that pole like you shot it? I don’t know
                                    Why you don’t trust that ho more than yo’ brothers? Bitch, you should know
                                    Dope ass nigga, pink coat, nigga, yeah, yeah
                                    Jump in and smash that pedal to the floor, nigga, run, run
                                    Don’t go ’til I got the back in
                                    I got the front, catch the back in
                                    Inside the trunk where the bag in
                                    It’s all blues, I imagine
                                    Pick a part off the campus
                                    Set up work and do bangs
                                    Drive to work and it’s gon’ work if you do not do no panickin’
                                    Don’t be white, Morgan Hamilton
                                    Got it in the hood, like Ice Cube
                                    That bitch my dude, I fuck with [?], we strike you
                                    That’s a 2006 ‘Vette
                                    That ski mask made out some sweats
                                    I bleed the block and bleed my set
                                    I’m like Biancis in the jets
                                    Say, “Fuck the track or take the brack”
                                    Say ain’t no clothes
                                    I don’t pick no shows, I’m on [?] and you get blows
                                    Got the money now but I cherish the shit like I ain’t never had it
                                    I’m out the North, I bang that gang, and with that shit like my [?]

                                    When it’s nightfall, dogs out, hitters out, you know that it’s time
                                    I’ll be hustlin’ ’til they take me out to the other side
                                    They plenty trouble, I’ll be thuggin’, I don’t even know why
                                    Come from the gutter where the pastor, they be tellin’ you lies

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                                      ✍️ Correct Lyrics

                                      Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                      Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                      project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                      YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                      Holy 
                                      Nightfall 
                                      Ghost 
                                      Wagwan 
                                      Acclaimed Emotions 
                                      Loner Life 
                                      The North Bleeding 
                                      Proud Of Myself 
                                      Goals

                                      YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                      Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                      YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                      “Holy”

                                      Uh

                                      Girl catch the play (Go), think slowly, slowly (Said I came out the Nawfside)
                                      They don’t know me, they don’t know me (And I was, I was, you know, I was young at the time)
                                      I feel like my heart got a slow leak (And I—, I been through so much)
                                      Keep it rollin’, whole plan is holy (And—, fuck these niggas, just sayin’)
                                      Hustlin’ and I’m locked in, oh-woah, woah

                                      Keep it rollin’, they know that I could never let go
                                      I got all this money, it ain’t changing me, no
                                      You know that I keep one hunnid if you never let me down
                                      Hard knock life, shoot on sight, rock and roll
                                      It’s a haunted house
                                      Shorty dream, don’t know if it’s love, love, love
                                      No, no, no
                                      Nah, I can’t just let you take me out
                                      At the house I’m makin’ money pile
                                      Niggas want clout, I’m changing the style
                                      Every one minute I’m changing the ride
                                      Ho don’t get it, can’t talk right now
                                      Lotta blue Benjis, ten million on side
                                      Flood her, that’s all that she want and I did it
                                      Me and them gunners done blow out the city
                                      As long as I want it, I’ll never be finished
                                      A whole lot of memories laid on the sentence
                                      Tote a mac, I be mackin’ , my pimpin’ I’m kickin’
                                      My diamonds, they shine on the top of my linen
                                      My entry be bringing me more credentials
                                      Gotta clean up my dental, I stop at the dentist
                                      And my swag be on point, from the streets to the prison
                                      NBA, Cash Money go back to the business
                                      I done flooded her ears with cash like Guinness
                                      They stay in my business, I said that I did it

                                      Girl catch the play (Go), think slowly, slowly (No)
                                      They don’t know me, they don’t know me (Know me)
                                      I feel like my heart got a slow leak
                                      Keep it rollin’, whole plan is holy
                                      Hustlin’ and I’m locked in, oh-woah, woah

                                      They don’t owe me not a thing, it’s not a nigga that I owe
                                      Tell me you don’t feel the same, just tell me ’cause I know
                                      Four-door that’s matte black, new Range Rover
                                      Nigga back, back, leave him slumped over

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                                        ✍️ Correct Lyrics

                                        Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                        Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                        project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                        YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                        Holy 
                                        Nightfall 
                                        Ghost 
                                        Wagwan 
                                        Acclaimed Emotions 
                                        Loner Life 
                                        The North Bleeding 
                                        Proud Of Myself 
                                        Goals

                                        YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                        Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                        YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                        “4KT Baby”

                                        Exclusive made it
                                        D-Roc
                                        Uh-uh, ayy, this YoungBoy, nigga, what it is?
                                        Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
                                        How you ben feelin’ out there, how you been doin’? Mm, mm
                                        We got your step, mm, mm, oh, oh, no
                                        Ayy, keep your head up, five

                                        I don’t want to fuckin’ make them niggas try to play us
                                        Or wanna hate us
                                        That be that dope, that shit that get your motherfuckin’ head bust
                                        Ride with my dodie, seventy-forty, and he just fed somethin’
                                        Don’t be confused, we got ’em choosin’, then go gas
                                        These pussy niggas scared of that dark side and that’s where I roll at
                                        And bitch, you know that
                                        Keep a .22 tucked where my toe at
                                        New school, I was tryna blow that
                                        Don’t make me diss your fuckin’ hoe ass
                                        I can’t wait to leave you dead with a fuckin’ toe tag, bitch

                                        Send a bitch so they can get at me
                                        Oh, I live on the wrong side of options
                                        We be steppin’ shit, know I big walk
                                        This just in, we send like thirty through their car door
                                        Got his man’s on, fah, fah, fah
                                        That’s a 4KTrey baby
                                        Walk up on ’em, lay shit down
                                        That’s a 4KTrey baby
                                        Keep his flag, you know he bang green
                                        4KTrey baby
                                        Nawfside, concentration, dirty A, lil’ slime crazy

                                        Knock up on they door and saw Jamaicans (What they say?)
                                        They don’t need no A-C, but I see where he stay
                                        Wait ’til he come home, give him a hot bed (Oh, oh)
                                        We gon’ be blaming’ at his shit ’til we pop his head (Oh, oh)
                                        Can’t get my daddy off that cocaine
                                        Can’t get my nigga off them pills
                                        Wach your back ’cause this shit real
                                        You can’t stand up to that steel
                                        Fuck these hoes and get that dough
                                        And keep a chopper where you live
                                        We recruitin’ some more soldiers
                                        We won’t die up in the field
                                        Shoot the FN where that pussy nigga head at, huh
                                        I got big straps and big Gats
                                        And K2, that dope pack
                                        Know I gotta pour the drank up, where that four at
                                        Got them young niggas runnin’ with me and everybody on that

                                        Send a bitch so they can get at me
                                        Oh, I live on the wrong side of options
                                        We be steppin’ shit, know I big walk
                                        This just in, we send like thirty through their car door
                                        Got his man’s on, fah, fah, fah
                                        That’s a 4KTrey baby
                                        Walk up on ’em, lay shit down
                                        That’s a 4KTrey baby
                                        Keep his flag, you know he bang green
                                        4KTrey baby
                                        Nawfside, concentration, dirty A, lil’ slime crazy

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                                          ✍️ Correct Lyrics

                                          Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                          Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                          project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                          Holy 
                                          Nightfall 
                                          Ghost 
                                          Wagwan 
                                          Acclaimed Emotions 
                                          Loner Life 
                                          The North Bleeding 
                                          Proud Of Myself 
                                          Goals

                                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                          Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                          DaBaby Lyrics

                                          “JUMP”
                                          this track features Logisafe & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                          [Intro: DaBaby]
                                          (Cha-ching)
                                          Okay, let’s go, nigga
                                          (Rocco did it again)
                                          Wait a minute, who are you? (Ayy, yo, K.i.D.)

                                          [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & DaBaby]
                                          I make it jump like, like crack in the ’80s
                                          Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain’t crazy
                                          Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
                                          (Hold on, Lil Top, talk to ’em, nigga)
                                          And I’ll make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin’ (Talk back)
                                          Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (Bling)
                                          Big Glock on my hip, I’m clutchin’ (Let’s go)
                                          Get lost on a bitch, ain’t nothin’

                                          [Verse 1: Logisafe]
                                          You are going to cry (Cry)
                                          Stop lie, don’t wine (Don’t wine)
                                          You mined, you really wined?
                                          I’m in a big .4 round, I’m in a new town (New town)
                                          I got a new sound, .223 for a clown? (.223 for a clown)
                                          Got to much pounds, to much bounce (Too much bounce)
                                          I didn’t drowned, .223 for a clown? (Let’s Go)
                                          Got a new book and I read, then she was coming to me and I beat
                                          Bank called my phone, and I lead (I lead)
                                          I don’t know if she’s rude, we never meet (Never meet)
                                          Got to much guap, say “geek, geek” (Ge-Geek)
                                          Wait, what? You wan’t me? (Me?)
                                          This a halloween so no trick and treet, kiss her on her cheek (On her cheek)
                                          I don’t wan’t you so don’t call my phone, you are ugly so leave me alone (Leave me alone)
                                          Leave a toe tag and let it go, write a message on a stone (Stone)
                                          You call me, “Nigga”, so I call you, “Ho” (Let’s Go)
                                          And you can’t hide, ’cause I have a drone (A drone)
                                          I wan’ this mansion, nobody owned (Nobody owned)
                                          You think you’re safe, but you not unknown (Unknown)
                                          Pull out that Glock, got a new wrist (New wrist)
                                          I’m not gon’ snitch, he a fist (Yeah)
                                          Cannot upload, gotta mix (Gotta mix)
                                          Buppin’ that shit in whip (In the whip)
                                          Buppin’ that shit, alright, bet (Be-Bet)
                                          He was trying to sign that (Sign that)
                                          I was trying to play that (Play that)
                                          Russia vs Ukraine, they ain’t chat (Chat)
                                          No 6ix9ine, he a rat (He a rat)
                                          Shoutout IShowspeed, VrChat (VrChat)
                                          Buppin’ that shit, where you at? (Where?)
                                          School ain’t hard beside math (That hard)
                                          I’m not gon’ smash that shit (Shit)
                                          Hearing that song, it’s a hit (Hit)
                                          Gucci, Prada, new outfit (Outfit)
                                          I will continue, I’m not gon’ quit (Gon’ quit)
                                          Face to face, face to mask (Mask)
                                          Corona, mask, corona, ass (Mwah)
                                          You trying to steal my cash (Cash)
                                          You can’t do that, ’cause I’m flash (Flash)
                                          No, I’m like flash, because I’m so fast (Fast)
                                          Walk in this bitch, and I walk out with that (That)
                                          Came with no racks, and walked out with racks (Racks)
                                          Man, look at your room, everything a mess (Mess)
                                          I can do anything, I’m the best (Best)
                                          Nigga, what’s up, I only wanna tank (Tank)
                                          I heard this beat and know I’m gonna spaz (Spaz)
                                          Look at that Lambo, this was it has (Has)
                                          You say you’re selfmade, but you got everything from your dad

                                          [Verse 2: DaBaby]
                                          She say I look good, bitch, I been doin’ pushups
                                          Play with Baby and Top, nigga, good luck
                                          My lil’ daughter two, but got six figures put up
                                          Knock his head off his neck ‘fore he look up
                                          Ten toes in they chest for a check, bitch, I stood up (What that mean?)
                                          I stood up on they neck for a check (Uh-huh)
                                          Now my head get ’em stressed, I’m a vet
                                          I get 300K for a show, bitch, I’m blessed

                                          [Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
                                          Go to trippin’ and buckin’, them hoes get down
                                          I spray it, I don’t go no handles (Bah, baow)
                                          We be pullin’ up back to back, play, we gon’ handle that
                                          I’ma walk in with Three and Montana
                                          Go to buckin’, won’t wait for to touch him
                                          He start it, you know he gon’ get his shit canceled (Cancel his ass)
                                          Put that stick to your face, screamin’ out 4KTrey
                                          From the north of Baton Rouge to Atlanta
                                          Talk out his top, put them bands on him, bitch (The fuck?)
                                          I be runnin’ my city, the police don’t like it
                                          They know we be steppin’ on shit (Steppin’ on shit)
                                          Put that blick on your brother, you feelin’ some way
                                          Make him hot, tell him dig up the bitch (Dig up the bitch)
                                          Shoot two hundred, bet one, how you livin’, lil’ nigga?
                                          You know I be havin’ this shit (Stupid lil’ nigga)
                                          Paranoid every day, I be feelin’ some way
                                          When you bring up the static and shit

                                          [Verse 4: DaBaby]
                                          Switch the channel, we fixin’ that static (Let’s switch)
                                          Give a nigga a clip, he can have it
                                          Get to hittin’ so quick, they think it’s automatic (Boom, boom, let’s go)
                                          Nigga gon’ try to hide in the house
                                          Get his ass to come out, hit his bitch ass in traffic (Like boom)
                                          Made a song in ten minutes, went platinum
                                          Know we still with the shits, send a hit, we get active (Yeah)
                                          Mention YB and Baby, the game in the padlock (Yeah)
                                          My lil’ bitch got that ass with no waist, pretty face
                                          A six-pack, niggas think she got ass shots
                                          I hit her from the back ’til we pass out (Uh-huh)
                                          I Kurt Angle that ho, put her leg in the air, ankle lock
                                          Hold that bitch ’til she tap out (Bitch)
                                          Be one deep on your street with that strap out (One deep)
                                          Fuck a rapper, let’s see what that rack ’bout
                                          Got a brand new pistol, nigga

                                          [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & DaBaby]
                                          I make it jump like, like crack in the ’80s
                                          Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain’t crazy
                                          Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
                                          (Hold on, Lil Top, talk to ’em, nigga)
                                          And I’ll make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin’ (Talk back)
                                          Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (Bling)
                                          Big Glock on my hip, I’m clutchin’ (Let’s go)
                                          Get lost on a bitch, ain’t nothin’

                                          [Verse 5: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
                                          Mic check, one-two, check one, stretch two
                                          When it come to murder, you know how we do
                                          When I walk in this bitch, keep your hands to yourself
                                          It go down, shoot it up, spin again in a coupe (Bang, bang)
                                          When you come to my house, you see everything new
                                          You probably’ll find a strap in every room
                                          I went bought me a Rollie on top of this Patek
                                          But, bitch, it ain’t on, I’ma jump out with two
                                          Shorty say she on me, yeah
                                          We be on her ass soon as I walk in the room
                                          Nigga don’t know me, yeah, we be on his ass
                                          Stalk him all through the day to the moon
                                          Street nigga, I don’t never pick and choose
                                          I be totin’ on somethin’ make all them bitch niggas move (Pussy)
                                          Soon as we run down, we gon’ dirt him
                                          You know it ain’t certain, we never be leavin’ no clues, nigga[Interlude: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
                                          Hold on, I’m Lil Top, nigga, believe that

                                          [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & DaBaby]
                                          I make it jump like, like crack in the ’80s
                                          Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain’t crazy
                                          Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
                                          (Hold on, Lil Top, talk to ’em, nigga)
                                          And I’ll make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin’ (Talk back)
                                          Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (Bling)
                                          Big Glock on my hip, I’m clutchin’ (Let’s go)
                                          Get lost on a bitch, ain’t nothin'[Verse 6: DaBaby]
                                          I make it jump like I’m Giannis (Just honest)
                                          Tryna see how it feel from behind her (Let’s go)
                                          Know that lil’ bitch ain’t shit, don’t deserve to suck dick
                                          Make that bitch give me head with a condom (Uh-huh)
                                          Wanna gamble and crap out, let’s get it
                                          We put racks on his motherfuckin’ cap like a fitted (No cap)
                                          Baby pull up 2020, hop out like it’s nothin’
                                          That lil’ nigga stuntin’, he shittin’ (Vroom)
                                          I get high by myself in the skybox (Yeah)
                                          I came out the house, two F&N’s for the day (Two)
                                          Why you bring ’em both out? Nigga, why not? (Why?)
                                          Let ’em go like a pro, let ’em try now (Let’s try)
                                          I can’t go like a ho, I’ma bond out (Bitch)
                                          Send my bro, up the score, let ’em find out (Up)
                                          Pick my boo up from school and we sign out (Mwah)
                                          Any ho that get rude gettin’ timeout, talk to ’em, nigga

                                          [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & DaBaby]
                                          I make it jump like, like crack in the ’80s
                                          Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain’t crazy
                                          Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
                                          (Hold on, Lil Top, talk to ’em, nigga)
                                          And I’ll make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin’ (Talk back)
                                          Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (Bling)
                                          Big Glock on my hip, I’m clutchin’ (Let’s go)
                                          Get lost on a bitch, ain’t nothin'[Outro: DaBaby]
                                          Blame it on Baby, nigga, yeah
                                          Blame it on motherfuckin’ Baby, nigga, blame it on Baby, nigga
                                          Blame it on Baby
                                          Yeah, let’s go

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                                            Songwriter (s): DaBaby, Logisafe & YoungBoy NBA

                                            Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, known professionally as DaBaby, is an American rapper. After releasing several mixtapes between 2014 and 2018, he rose to mainstream prominence in 2019. 
                                            Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

                                            DaBaby — Lyrics
                                            Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

                                            DaBaby & Davido – Showing Off Her Body Lyrics

                                            If you get too picky for me, baby, be a billionaire
                                            Oh, I got it on me, baby, shots up in the air
                                            Why the fuck is yo’ ex calling? Tryna disappear?
                                            I been chilling, my ex calling, tryna reappear

                                            DaBaby & Moneybagg Yo – WIG Lyrics

                                            It’s enough room for her to sleep up in there
                                            But I’m too turnt to sleep in a Benz (Let’s go)
                                            If them niggas don’t work, then go eat by yourself
                                            You can’t keep up by feedin’ your friends (No)

                                            DaBaby – BONNET Lyrics

                                            Get some, get back, celebrate, throw a dinner
                                            Passing the wood, I put dead folks in ’em
                                            Tough talk around me, get a background check
                                            Research came back, he is not a real hitta

                                            Snoop Dogg – Pop Pop Lyrics

                                            DaBaby and the Dogg, motherfuckers better watch.
                                            Doin’ overtime for my grind, I never clock out (Nope)
                                            Twenty-five thousand square feet for my rock house
                                            Vet her first, met her first, and let her burst

                                            Post Malone & DaBaby – Hate Being Sober Lyrics

                                            Three years later tell me how you feel nah nah, tell me how you feel nah nah.
                                            Tell me how you feel three years later, tell me how you feel nah nah, Tell me how you feel nah nah, tell me how you feel three years.

                                            DaBaby – Skipa Lyrics

                                            Skippa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa
                                            Skippa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa
                                            Skippa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa
                                            Skippa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa Skipa

                                            [Lyrics] » Coi Leray – TWINNEM (Remix) | NobleLyrics

                                            Yeah, go best friend (Uh-huh)
                                            Come and fuck me like a ho, best friend (Let’s go)
                                            I ain’t trippin’ on a hatin’ ass nigga
                                            Some of ’em want some attention, I know they mad (Yeah)

                                            [Lyrics] » DaBaby – Sticked Up | NobleLyrics

                                            Okay, how much my bond? That shit cheap (Shit cheap)
                                            Pick me up from my side when I’m free (Uh-huh)
                                            That lil’ pussy, that mine, that shit me (Shit me)
                                            I sit back and roll up while she spit on it

                                            [Lyrics] » DaBaby – Look Like Sumn | NobleLyrics

                                            Ain’t goin’ sad ’bout a bitch ’bout nothin’ (Go)
                                            Couple baby mamas and they look like some’
                                            Any type nigga wanna push my buttons, big Louis suitcase, I don’t push no luggage

                                            [Lyrics] » DaBaby – Levels | NobleLyrics

                                            Fuck me with my glick on the dresser (Uh-huh)
                                            She wanna see what’s up with my pimpin’ (Get me)
                                            Wonder why a nigga so aggressive (Wonder why, let’s go)
                                            Show you how to deal with a stepper (Yeah)

                                            [Lyrics] » DaBaby – 5 For A Dub | NobleLyrics

                                            I’m ready to shit on these lil’ niggas this time (Let’s go)
                                            Clean as a bitch with a big iron (Yeah)
                                            How I’m rockin’, shit, go ask my mama, she’ll probably tell you I ain’t with the talkin’

                                            [Lyrics] » DaBaby – Draws | NobleLyrics

                                            I ain’t duckin’ shit but broke niggas and the law (Yes, sir)
                                            Paper chasin’ broke bitches, get ’em off (Woo-ooh)
                                            And we ain’t never had shit, look at the car
                                            A nigga could’ve bought a crib for what it cost

                                            [Lyrics] » DaBaby – Roof | NobleLyrics

                                            Steppin’, I fucked up my toenail (Step)
                                            You fuck niggas don’t wanna go there
                                            You could me put me and a slut in a room together
                                            I promise it’s only one ho there (Yeah)

                                            [Lyrics] » DaBaby & Lil Wayne – Lonely | NobleLyrics

                                            Ain’t no love at the top, just a lonely nigga
                                            Ain’t no love at the bottom either
                                            All these blood-suckin’ leachers and bottom feeders
                                            All these sores on our feet ’cause we over-steppin’

                                            [Lyrics] » Kanye West – Jail Pt 2 | NobleLyrics

                                            Threw me out like I’m garbage, huh?
                                            And that food that y’all took off my table
                                            You know that feed my daughters, huh? (Mmm)
                                            But I ain’t really mad, ’cause when I look at it

                                            [Lyrics] » DJ Khaled – I Did It | NobleLyrics

                                            got ten karats each in my left and right ears
                                            ’21 Tesla, I don’t even gotta steer
                                            My climax ain’t even nowhere near it
                                            I stayed down and I stayed down

                                            [Lyrics] » DaBaby – Intro | NobleLyrics

                                            I’m tryna send somebody wit’ him
                                            Somebody let me know what’s happenin’
                                            My last name K-I-R-K, Kirk
                                            You know how I rock behind my daddy
                                            You know I never gave a fuck about the

                                            [Lyrics] Pop Smoke – For The Night | NobleLyrics

                                            Learned ’bout the triple cross when I was young and I know I ain’t goin’ so I keep a gun
                                            I flew to Paris just to buy some Dior
                                            She beggin’ for attention, I don’t see her
                                            See, I peeped Pop out, wish that you could see us
                                            Me and Cash plus whenever I go re-up
                                            I got some niggas in the street, won’t beat me
                                            I got the industry tryna be me
                                            I just go Ray Charles

                                            [Lyrics] DaBaby – Rockstar | NobleLyrics

                                            Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
                                            With the pistol on my hip like I’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
                                            Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? (Yeah)
                                            This ain’t no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)
                                            My Glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (Woo)
                                            You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
                                            Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin’ (Woo, yeah

                                            [Lyrics] Future – Life Is Good (Remix) | NobleLyrics

                                            I didn’t propose but I bought her a ring
                                            They had my bro, had to let that boy go
                                            He had stick to the cold, he ain’t tell them a thing, uh
                                            Ballin’ like we won a championship, yeah
                                            Everybody get a ring, huh

                                            [Lyrics] DaBaby – Nasty | NobleLyrics

                                            ft. Ashanti x Megan Thee Stallion Album: Blame It On Baby […]

                                            [Lyrics] DaBaby – Blame It On Baby | NobleLyrics

                                            Album: Blame It On Baby [Verse 1] I’m like, “Fuck it, […]

                                            [Lyrics] DaBaby – Drop | NobleLyrics

                                            ft. A boogie wit da hoodie Album: Blame It On Baby […]

                                            [Lyrics] DaBaby – Champion | NobleLyrics

                                            Album: Blame It On Baby [Intro] Yeah, yeah Wait a minute, […]

                                            [Lyrics] DaBaby – Rockstar | NobleLyrics

                                            ft. Roddy Ricch Album: Blame It On Baby [Intro: DaBaby] Woo, […]

                                            [Lyrics] DaBaby – Find My Way | NobleLyrics

                                            Album: Blame It On Baby [Intro] Wait a minute, who are […]

                                            [Lyrics] DaBaby – Sad Shit | NobleLyrics

                                            Album: Blame It On Baby [Intro] Let me do some sad […]

                                            [Lyrics] DaBaby – Talk About It | NobleLyrics

                                            Album: Blame It On Baby [Intro] Baby (Wheezy outta here) Let’s […]

                                            [Lyrics] DaBaby – Lightskin shit | NobleLyrics

                                            ft. Future Album: Blame It On Baby [Intro: DaBaby] Uh, uh, […]

                                            [Lyrics] DaBaby – Pick Up | NobleLyrics

                                            ft. Quavo Album: Blame It On Baby [Intro: DaBaby] Let’s go […]

                                            [Lyrics] DaBaby – Can’t Stop | NobleLyrics

                                            Album: Blame It On Baby [Intro] Everything Foreign, haha Yeah Bitch, […]

                                            [Lyrics] DaBaby – Amazing Grace | NobleLyrics

                                            Album: Blame It On Baby [Chorus] A nigga barely read the […]

                                            [Lyrics] DaBaby – Find My Way | NobleLyrics

                                            [Intro] Wait a minute, who are you? (Ayy, yo, K.i.D) [Chorus] […]

                                            [Lyrics] Future – Life Is Good (Remix) | NobleLyrics

                                            ft. Drake x DaBaby Album: F8* [Part I] [Pre-Chorus: Future] Say […]

                                            YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                            Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                            NoCap Lyrics

                                            “38 Sides”
                                            this track features YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                            [Intro: NoCap]
                                            (Al Geno on the track)
                                            Ayy, ayy, ayy
                                            Ooh
                                            Ayy, ayy

                                            [Chorus: NoCap]
                                            Things just ain’t the same, I
                                            Forever gon’ bang with the same side
                                            Had on my Rolex and chain my last time slidin’
                                            I just know this her first and last time ridin’
                                            Ride through the hood with a hood nigga
                                            Leave the bank and drop it off on my gravedigger
                                            I came from out the streets, but I’m a rockstar
                                            I thirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar

                                            [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
                                            She wan’ come with me to Cap, I told her uh-uh
                                            Rich and I’m my family misfit
                                            Me and DDawg in middle school plannin’ on steppin’ on shit
                                            Young nigga without no screws, I’m known to break in your shit
                                            I plan on facing a bitch after you takin’ my lick
                                            Full of Xans in a cop car
                                            Glock in my pants, stay with my green flag, I’ma die hard
                                            Assassination lifestyle, they don’t try hard
                                            Broke hearts tryna see how I’m gon’ play my cards
                                            Tuck my chain and I hop out behind my boys

                                            [Chorus: NoCap]
                                            Things just ain’t thе same, I
                                            Forever gon’ bang with thе same side
                                            Had on my Rolex and chain my last time slidin’
                                            I just know this her first and last time ridin’
                                            Ride through the hood with a hood nigga
                                            Leave the bank and drop it off on my gravedigger
                                            I came from out the streets, but I’m a rockstar
                                            I thirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar

                                            [Verse 2: NoCap & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
                                            If you ugly, pull up bustin’, who the fuck died?
                                            In Hell, be some killing without killing
                                            Omar founded Blood inside of Rikers ’cause the Latins was drillin’
                                            Jeff with Almighty Black P where I start learnin’ my history
                                            Had a false claim, they ass a teacher, I got an offer and took seriously
                                            One nigga crying, one nigga smiling, as I look in the mirror
                                            Ayy, that broke shit like a virus, niggas don’t wanna come near it
                                            Hellcat switchin’ lanes, drive this bitch just like a Cherokee
                                            Something finna change, I just bought that ho some Tiffany
                                            No, I’m not a rapper, I’m just talking with some melody
                                            Ain’t talking on no Apple phone, police tryna bury me
                                            Push-to-start, how I drive my car, that bitch be scared of keys
                                            Bad bitch and she from the A, I had to let her be
                                            They know that I’ma ball, quick to roll, call it Lou Will
                                            Bernie Mac deceased, but I’ma still get these dollar bills
                                            I still don’t know how to live, I been alive for twenty-one years
                                            Sit in the back of that Ghost, I’m tryna disappear
                                            Ayy, tell ’em if they gon’ kill me, don’t kill me at the crib
                                            I do not fear y’all, I’m still rocking Fear of God
                                            The streets not fittin’ y’all, my body full of fentanyl
                                            They downloaded hate, was gone before it installed
                                            Full of tabs in a cop car
                                            Glock in my pants, stay with my green flag, I’ma die hard
                                            Assassination lifestyle, they don’t try hard
                                            Broke hearts tryna see how I’m gon’ play my cards
                                            Tuck my chain and I hop out behind my boys

                                            [Chorus: NoCap & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
                                            Things just ain’t the same, I
                                            Forever gon’ bang with the same side
                                            Had on my Rolex and chain my last time slidin’
                                            I just know this her first and last time ridin’
                                            Ride through the hood with a hood nigga
                                            Leave the bank and drop it off on my gravedigger
                                            I came from out the streets, but I’m a rockstar
                                            I thirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar
                                            She wan’ come with me to Cap, I told her uh-uh

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                                              ✍️ Correct Lyrics

                                              Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again & NoCap

                                              Kobe Vidal Crawford, known professionally as NoCap, is an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. Since 2017, he has released one EP and five mixtapes. His highest-charting project, Steel Human, was released in July 2020, peaking at number 31 on the Billboard 200. He is noted for his use of wordplay.
                                              Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                              project: Mr. Crawford (2022)
                                              NoCap
                                              
                                              Raw
                                              Glasshouse
                                              200 Or Better
                                              38 Sides 
                                              this track features YoungBoy Never Broke Again
                                              Vaccine (Falling Star)
                                              Posted (Ain’t Gotta Heart)
                                              Walk Away
                                              I’m Loaded
                                              Shackles To Diamonds
                                              Girl of my Dreams
                                              Pop Eyes
                                              Vaccine
                                              Time Speed
                                              On Purpose 
                                              I'll Be Here

                                              NoCap — Lyrics
                                              Kobe Vidal Crawford

                                              Ralfy the Plug – Honesty Lyrics

                                              Ain’t no new friends accompany
                                              Fuck the rubber on the foreign tires, I’m burnin’ it
                                              All the shit them niggas dreamin’ about, I done this
                                              I can’t believe I overcame my accomplishments

                                              NoCap – 200 Or Better Lyrics

                                              You don’t wanna tell me that I’m great, nigga
                                              I be brainstormin’, don’t say what’s on my mind
                                              Maybe one day, this rain will stop (Yeah, yeah, oh
                                              I be brainstormin’, won’t say what’s on my mind

                                              NoCap – Shackles To Diamonds Lyrics

                                              The way a nigga livin’, I just pray I make it old
                                              Told Rylo, “Get that paper, we’ll drop a mixtape later”
                                              And go pack out arenas, the shit we used to dream of
                                              Two hundred thousand on my neck, but don’t look

                                              NoCap – I’ll Be Here Lyrics

                                              Pose in this Rolls-Royce, it ain’t mine, it’s Kingston’s
                                              One day, I’ll fly so, so high with my wings up
                                              I do not want, want this life that they dream of
                                              Got rid of users, to get rid of favors

                                              NoCap – Crawford Boy Free Lyrics

                                              Don’t worry your nigga straight
                                              You and Fred went different ways
                                              I know that you was praying in your cell nigga
                                              God the one who got you out of jail nigga

                                              NoCap – Vaccine (Falling Star) Lyrics

                                              And we barely miss, it ain’t no rebounds
                                              I was broke, couldn’t drive to school, so I went bust..
                                              I go put on Palm Angels, I don’t need no handouts
                                              Shawty say she love mе, it’s irrelevant like Bow Wow

                                              NoCap – Vaccine Lyrics

                                              In and out of court, I had it hard, dawg
                                              I wonder what happen when a star fall
                                              Tryna boost your rank, don’t wanna separate
                                              I hope you don’t turn so let me illustrate

                                              NoCap – Flaws Lyrics | NobleLyrics

                                              With my Glock out and my top off, off, Off, off, off
                                              I don’t really need no one I’m thuggin’ bout myself
                                              Look me in the eyes, tell me you lovin’ someone else
                                              Bad to be at heart, like I’m a deadbeat to them whips
                                              But i just spin that car when I walked in sex field
                                              Yeah, yeah, yeah

                                              YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                              Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                              YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                              “Opposite”

                                              [Intro]
                                              (It’s kdubb)
                                              Oh
                                              (Omar on the come up)

                                              [Refrain]
                                              I thought that you was the opposite
                                              You was the one I was rockin’ with
                                              I’m the one who would think we’ll never end
                                              Get that money, with you I go shoppin’ with
                                              In the spot with me and my dogs
                                              With a lot of guns and people runnin’ in and out (D-Roc)

                                              [Chorus]
                                              In a brand new whip and I know that it’s clear that I gave my all for (Yeah)
                                              For the ones ain’t here and I know that it’s clear that’s who I ball for
                                              Mind ain’t thinkin’ too clear (Uh-uh), headed to a bag on a lear, ayy
                                              Got me the baddest ones in here, they only wear PL, Birkin and Chanel

                                              [Verse 1]
                                              Keep me a ski-mask, part of what I wear
                                              Totin’ on somеthin’ that’ll knock down a whale
                                              Wearin’ on a fit that thesе niggas can’t get
                                              Wear the same shit when I’m playin’ with the bears
                                              Play ’round, shootin’ shit, same fit in jail
                                              Diamonds, they too big, get up out my ear
                                              Same young man, steady totin’ that flag
                                              Murder one, Damu, all crabs get killed
                                              I’m with a lot of money even though I want you here
                                              But she actin’ crazy, she want her a baby
                                              I really got one, chase that bag every month
                                              From the night to the sun, I been countin’ up paper
                                              That Patek,bought it eight and I value two hundred
                                              Every car that I got, on the dash, two hundred
                                              If you don’t got a helicopter then you ain’t gon’ stop me
                                              Hit the gas, hop out and start runnin’
                                              [Chorus]
                                              In a brand new whip and I know that it’s clear that I gave my all for
                                              For the ones ain’t here and I know that it’s clear that’s who I ball for
                                              Mind ain’t thinkin’ too clear, uh, headed to a bag on a lear, ayy
                                              Got me the baddest ones in here, they only wear PL, Birkin and Chanel

                                              [Verse 2]
                                              Run that bag up, it’s just me and my partners
                                              Hustle so hard, I go buy you some Prada
                                              I get that drank from prescriptions with doctors
                                              Sit in this bitch and I drank a whole lotta
                                              I want you here for to feel on yo’ body
                                              Know that I’m down and you say that you got it
                                              Don’t come around me if you ain’t got Roxy’s
                                              I ain’t givin’ nothin’, I can’t choose what you poppin’
                                              Fuck with you, I thought that you was the opposite
                                              Stuck with you, we stuck together, my pockets bent
                                              Dollars, ain’t have me no hundreds inside of it
                                              Get in some shit, gotta shoot, Stojaković
                                              Ain’t poppin’ that shit unless I come up in it
                                              That drank in that bottle tryna come with a Remy
                                              Forever we rockin’, saw you on silly shit
                                              Never thought you was the one who was so quick to switch

                                              [Refrain]
                                              I thought that you was the opposite
                                              You was the one I was rockin’ with
                                              I’m the one who would think we’ll never end
                                              Get that money, with you I go shoppin’ with
                                              In the spot with me and my dogs
                                              With a lot of guns and people runnin’ in and out

                                              [Outro]
                                              Waitin’ for yo’ call, steady gettin’ high, ain’t comin’ down

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                                                ✍️ Correct Lyrics

                                                ✍️ Correct Lyrics

                                                Songwriter (s): Khris James, D-Roc, OmarCameUp, ​calebgotfanz & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                                project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                                YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                                Holy 
                                                Nightfall 
                                                Ghost 
                                                Wagwan 
                                                Acclaimed Emotions 
                                                Loner Life 
                                                The North Bleeding 
                                                Proud Of Myself 
                                                Goals

                                                YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                “Whatever I Say”

                                                Lyrics from Snippet

                                                [Intro]
                                                I need to speak to Mike Laury
                                                Let’s do it nigga
                                                Yeah, you got Mike Laury
                                                Dubba-AA flexin’
                                                Whatever I, I
                                                This is the sound
                                                She gon’ do whatever I say (Let’s go)
                                                They gon’ shoot at whatever I say (Let’s go)

                                                [Verse 1]
                                                Could tell real from fake
                                                And I can say that spirit ain’t nowhere inside of her body
                                                Plenty money, steady comin’
                                                Dressed in all black like I’m Illuminati
                                                Done time through the city
                                                Movin ’round chasin’ money, I’ma clock it
                                                Hundred rounds in the Civic
                                                Hundred grand up inside of my pocket
                                                Tearin’ the car up, tryna make sure none make it out
                                                I’m who bringin’ it in, in a drought
                                                .45, close malls soon as I whip this bitch out
                                                Ain’t no way, ain’t no aim, hit, spark
                                                She know that I’m ballin’
                                                And she know I’m gon’ take some off
                                                But she just want sit ’round me
                                                And with me, help me take it off
                                                Northside where you can meet me, know
                                                Nine out of ten where your life get gone
                                                Ten out of ten where your soul get stole
                                                Guaranteed fact, you ain’t makin’ it home
                                                Rare young nigga, can’t never be cloned
                                                Shorty wit’ a nigga ’til the bag all gone
                                                .40 steady clickin ’til the bang out end
                                                Fuck with you, I’m with you through right or wrong

                                                [Chorus]
                                                My space, dangerous I can’t have you ’round
                                                Tracin’ kisses on your body, found all over
                                                My DNA left all over
                                                No need in wonderin’ where I be
                                                In the streets, you can find me
                                                With gunners right behind me
                                                Shooters move out for what I think
                                                Or where I point or where I say
                                                Or figure or I think (I say or think)

                                                [Verse 2]
                                                They gon’ shoot where I point or wherever I say
                                                It don’t matter…

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                                                  ✍️ Correct Lyrics

                                                  ✍️ Correct Lyrics

                                                  Songwriter (s): Dubba-AA, Mike Laury, Jonnie Hope & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                  “Whatever I Say” is an unreleased track from Louisiana artist, YoungBoy Never Broke Again.
                                                  It was first previewed on February 12, 2022 via YoungBoy’s Instagram. It is currently unclear if the track will make an official release.
                                                  Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                                  project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                                  YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                                  Holy 
                                                  Nightfall 
                                                  Ghost 
                                                  Wagwan 
                                                  Acclaimed Emotions 
                                                  Loner Life 
                                                  The North Bleeding 
                                                  Proud Of Myself 
                                                  Goals

                                                  YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                  Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                  YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                  “Free Meechy”

                                                  Lyrics From Snippet

                                                  [Intro]
                                                  (Any Last Words)
                                                  What, what what what
                                                  Nigga yeah
                                                  Bow, bow, bow
                                                  Look
                                                  (D-Roc)

                                                  [Verse 1]
                                                  Tell ’em check me out now
                                                  Know I got that shit in me
                                                  Know I got my Glock out
                                                  Say that they gon’ get at me
                                                  Murder, know that that be my town
                                                  Try to slang that stick at me
                                                  Try to send a bitch to me
                                                  Ima send her right back up in pieces
                                                  I’m on three R’s, call that Reese’s Pieces
                                                  Gravedigger, no Jesus pieces
                                                  Beef with me and it ain’t no sleepin’
                                                  Murder, until we get even
                                                  That’s on God, got my bitch behind me
                                                  Plenty sticks inside this car
                                                  I pray the law don’t get behind me
                                                  Gon’ send mе straight to Rikers Island
                                                  Say lil bitch, I’m ’bout it
                                                  You ain’t kill shit, you ain’t wack nothin’
                                                  Know we got plenty bodiеs
                                                  Come from the slums, ridin’ in a bucket
                                                  Now we four door slidin’
                                                  Wit’ 30 sticks off in this bitch
                                                  I want a nigga for to trip
                                                  I up and shoot from off the hip, bang
                                                  Gang know that what I bang
                                                  Green flags, got everything
                                                  Shorty bad, she insane
                                                  She just want to give me brain
                                                  But can’t be my main
                                                  You know I got a savage bitch, don’t trip
                                                  She let me thug wit’ the chick who stayed down wit’ me
                                                  Play I swang around this bitch, like I’m playin’ baseball
                                                  Can’t get no xans, Klonopins, I’m rollin’ off them footballs
                                                  Make me foot yall, what that mean? step on him
                                                  Dirty motherfucker, smash him then we rep off him
                                                  [Chorus]
                                                  Ooh (It’s Lil Top, It’s Lil Top)
                                                  Bullets do a flip, youngin’ tryna bruise him
                                                  Ooh (It’s Lil Top, It’s Lil Top)
                                                  Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha
                                                  (Who they can’t stop, Who they can’t stop)
                                                  Bet you miss him

                                                  [Verse 2]
                                                  Drinkin’ out the bottle, sleepin’ wit’ my choppa (Mhm)
                                                  I mix tobacco with my mojo, know the Devil got me (Hm)
                                                  I’m with XO, runnin’ eps about my ex hoe
                                                  That’s a dog hoe, tryna put me back on child support
                                                  I got money now, and I’m on that 30 million flow
                                                  Hundred thousand dollars, sittin’ right there on top the bed pole
                                                  My lil bitch a model

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                                                    Songwriter (s): Lastwordbeats, D-Roc, Khris James, ProdByBerge & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                    “Free Meechy” was first previewed by YoungBoy on February 9, 2022, just an hour after he reactivated his Instagram account. The CDQ snippet was posted with a “Rare Performance” music video of YoungBoy videoing himself recording the song at a microphone.
                                                    Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                                    project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                                    YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                                    Holy 
                                                    Nightfall 
                                                    Ghost 
                                                    Wagwan 
                                                    Acclaimed Emotions 
                                                    Loner Life 
                                                    The North Bleeding 
                                                    Proud Of Myself 
                                                    Goals

                                                    YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                    Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                    YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                    “War”

                                                    [Intro]
                                                    Al Geno on the track

                                                    [Verse]
                                                    Bub came home and you knowin’ how he play it
                                                    Now it’s time for the yea with the yeah
                                                    Shorty knowin’ I don’t want no ass, she been actin’ real bad
                                                    Like she scared for to pull up with the head
                                                    I been on the corner all night posted up with the dope boys
                                                    Know that they hustle whenever you sleep
                                                    Two on a addy to sleeve
                                                    I put the rental key under the seat
                                                    Already know that I’m in the streets
                                                    Toyota, Key in this bitch clutchin’ bad
                                                    He go to sleep if you come with a bag
                                                    Whoever we leave they get left with a tag
                                                    Whole lot of dogs we done started a kennel
                                                    Laboratory, they do not get the riddles
                                                    Kwan Nine don’t forget —
                                                    My daddy still plugged with that yea in the trenches
                                                    Pull up in Bentleys with necklace that’s Tennis
                                                    Upgraded my fit on the top of these little bitty bitches
                                                    Parked in the socket at the house, I’m sittin’ on confinement
                                                    Try it, I let off the Glock at these niggas
                                                    I got some bitches and slimes with me
                                                    I got that pack and the strap and some millions
                                                    I got the hood and they with the activity
                                                    Standin’ on somethin’, it’s called slime allegiance
                                                    I’m in that Gucci on top the Chanel
                                                    I’m in this bitch kickin’ shit like a player
                                                    Three make the hoe go and drive to the sale
                                                    VVS diamonds, I buy ’em, then lay ’em
                                                    Time to pour up so we stop at the Shell
                                                    Inside of the city, leave ’em dead where he live
                                                    I’m on location, they plan for to get me
                                                    She gon’ check out the scene after somebody killed

                                                    [Pre-Chorus]
                                                    She know the night the time of her life
                                                    And I know they might try to take my life
                                                    We ain’t livin’ right, there’s nothin’ I can say
                                                    It’s a cold bloody war inside Baton Rouge, ain’t nobody safe

                                                    [Chorus]
                                                    It’s a war
                                                    Nobody left through the night, ooh
                                                    Poppin’ this shit and we leavin’ ’em dead
                                                    We be poppin’ this shit, we be poppin’ this shit
                                                    When they try
                                                    We go to war, put it all on the line
                                                    Know we get to it, every one of us slime
                                                    Pray, then do it, hope not one of us die

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                                                      Songwriter (s): Al Geno & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                      Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                                      project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                                      YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                                      Holy 
                                                      Nightfall 
                                                      Ghost 
                                                      Wagwan 
                                                      Acclaimed Emotions 
                                                      Loner Life 
                                                      The North Bleeding 
                                                      Proud Of Myself 
                                                      Goals

                                                      YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                      Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                      YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                      “Live”

                                                      [Intro]
                                                      Ayo, Ran, turn that up

                                                      [Chorus]
                                                      Pour more, I got the endin’
                                                      ‘Cause she controlled half of the beginnin’
                                                      Yeah, I wan’ win it, no, I ain’t finished
                                                      She wanna jeopardize my whole way of livin’

                                                      [Post-Chorus]
                                                      Shawty fire, please don’t let my whole life burn down
                                                      Infiltratin’, tryna sabotage, no love, I want money, baby
                                                      Lotta shooters ’round the whole damn club
                                                      I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’, baby

                                                      [Verse 1]
                                                      Straight up out the Nawfside
                                                      Gotta keep a gun and lay law down
                                                      Fly, sittin’ high like eagles, totin’ on a nine
                                                      But she like my demeanor
                                                      Poppin’ my shit when it come to me and them
                                                      Money, I’m Top and I got mе a check, I gave one to my momma
                                                      Put on brand nеw Pateks and they straight out the box
                                                      Need a Jacob & Co, and a Bentley in commas
                                                      My shooter on style, that’s a Balmain shotta
                                                      Still in the streets, can’t find my way out it
                                                      Dealin’ with these hoes, been indicted, up and cold
                                                      Steady blockin’ by the scope, catch a opp, leave him out here
                                                      Put his body in the street, you better hit him in the dome
                                                      Million dollar nigga, life still on the phone
                                                      On the table got deals, but my thirty keep it goin’
                                                      Nigga hate Top but my money keep flowin’
                                                      Turn her up, got another nigga bitch goin’
                                                      Glock with some money and a pint up in the foreign
                                                      I’ma sip syrup ’til my whole life all gone
                                                      Spray the whole block when the night lights on
                                                      Rich ass nigga, prolly got Bitcoin
                                                      Scary-ass nigga, better wait they turn
                                                      Grandma died, now the love all gone
                                                      You better think to it ‘fore your life get burned
                                                      [Chorus]
                                                      Pour more, I got the endin’
                                                      ‘Cause she controlled half of the beginnin’
                                                      Yeah, I wan’ win it, no, I ain’t finished
                                                      She wanna jeopardize my whole way of livin’

                                                      [Post-Chorus]
                                                      Shawty fire, please don’t let my whole life burn down
                                                      Infiltratin’, tryna sabotage, no love, I want money, baby
                                                      Lotta shooters ’round the whole damn club
                                                      I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’, baby

                                                      [Verse 2]
                                                      She wan’ be my girl, nah, I think she likin’ my song
                                                      I gotta figure her out
                                                      Baby, why can’t I just focus right now?
                                                      Baby, I just invite her for to come to my house

                                                      [Chorus]
                                                      Pour more, I got the endin’
                                                      ‘Cause she controlled half of the beginnin’
                                                      Yeah, I wan’ win it, no, I ain’t finished
                                                      She wanna jeopardize my whole way of livin’

                                                      [Outro]
                                                      Pour more, I got the endin’
                                                      ‘Cause she controlled half of the beginnin’
                                                      Yeah, I wan’ win it, no, I ain’t finished
                                                      She wanna jeopardize my whole way of livin’

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                                                        ✍️ Correct Lyrics

                                                        Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                        Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                                        project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                                        YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                                        Holy 
                                                        Nightfall 
                                                        Ghost 
                                                        Wagwan 
                                                        Acclaimed Emotions 
                                                        Loner Life 
                                                        The North Bleeding 
                                                        Proud Of Myself 
                                                        Goals

                                                        YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                        Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                        NoCap Lyrics

                                                        “Glasshouse”

                                                        [Intro]
                                                        Al Geno on the track

                                                        [Chorus: NoCap & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
                                                        Coupe came glasshouse nigga, yeah
                                                        I’m gon’ be the same nigga til’ I’m dead
                                                        I put codeine in my stryofoam, I don’t wanna die alone
                                                        Ayy, tell ’em I went big, I went large
                                                        Intoxicated, I been wreckin’ all my cars
                                                        Gone off bars, tell them niggas we took the harder way
                                                        Now they wan’ take it all away

                                                        [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
                                                        Can’t maintain with no burner
                                                        I been livin’ my life like a bachelor
                                                        Came up flippin’, wasn’t usin’ no spatula
                                                        Took the topic from out of the articles
                                                        New McLaren, ’cause that Bentley wasn’t fast enough
                                                        We been runnin’, they plannin’ on capturin’ us
                                                        If I post, keep yo’ quote, please don’t caption nun
                                                        We been ridin’ round with AR’s that hold a hunnid
                                                        I’ll pay you, [?] or somethin’

                                                        [Verse 2: NoCap]
                                                        Middle finger, thug life like Pac
                                                        None of you niggas don’t owe me nun’
                                                        When it rain, get the drop on the opp
                                                        The Glock got the dick, finna piss on ’em
                                                        I’m a Young Thug, but I’m rich, homie
                                                        Jet lee stick got a kick on it
                                                        Ain’t tryna drown the vikings, but I bought that AP flooded
                                                        Posted on the block with my brothers, they think I’m DeMarcus Cousins
                                                        I almost let them use me, they ain’t got no excuses
                                                        Diamonds dancing frequently
                                                        She Vietnamese, I still put her in them cuban links
                                                        Tell me what you see

                                                        [Chorus: NoCap & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
                                                        Coupe came glasshouse nigga, yeah
                                                        I’m gon’ be the same nigga til’ I’m dead
                                                        I put codeine in my stryofoam, I don’t wanna die alone
                                                        Ayy, tell ’em I went big, I went large
                                                        Intoxicated, I been wreckin’ all my cars
                                                        Gone off bars, tell them niggas we took the harder way
                                                        Now they wan’ take it all away

                                                        [Outro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
                                                        Yeah
                                                        Al Geno on the track

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                                                          Songwriter (s): NoCap & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                          “Glasshouse” also known as “Harder Way” is an unreleased collaboration between YoungBoy and NoCap that was recorded on June 5, 2020 and later leaked on March 3, 2022.
                                                          Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                                          Kobe Vidal Crawford, known professionally as NoCap, is an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. Since 2017, he has released one EP and five mixtapes. His highest-charting project, Steel Human, was released in July 2020, peaking at number 31 on the Billboard 200. He is noted for his use of wordplay.
                                                          project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                                          Holy 
                                                          Nightfall 
                                                          Ghost 
                                                          Wagwan 
                                                          Acclaimed Emotions 
                                                          Loner Life 
                                                          The North Bleeding 
                                                          Proud Of Myself 
                                                          Goals
                                                          project: Mr. Crawford (2022)
                                                          NoCap
                                                          
                                                          Raw
                                                          Glasshouse
                                                          200 Or Better
                                                          38 Sides 
                                                          this track features YoungBoy Never Broke Again
                                                          Vaccine (Falling Star)
                                                          Posted (Ain’t Gotta Heart)
                                                          Walk Away
                                                          I’m Loaded
                                                          Shackles To Diamonds
                                                          Girl of my Dreams
                                                          Pop Eyes
                                                          Vaccine
                                                          Time Speed
                                                          On Purpose 
                                                          I'll Be Here

                                                          NoCap — Lyrics
                                                          Kobe Vidal Crawford

                                                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                          Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                          “PallBearer”
                                                          this track features Téa Leoni & Martin Lawrence

                                                          [Intro: Téa Leoni & Martin Lawrence]
                                                          I need to talk to Mike Laury
                                                          Hello?
                                                          This is Mike Laury
                                                          Dubba-AA flex

                                                          [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
                                                          She say she fuck with frauds, rich nigga, stop her from [?] (Oh)
                                                          My cousin, he stretch fentanyl, don’t wanna rap, still gon’ get that backend
                                                          Rich hoe attraction, can’t fit by trappin’
                                                          Waitin’ on bro for to tap in
                                                          Just for to go get active
                                                          (This is the sound)
                                                          Dior fashion (Slime), all murder clothin’ (Go)
                                                          Stepped on shit, but stayed crypto, buy another route
                                                          Top say “Tote that red flag, come cross here, we devil zone”
                                                          Tryna fuck only when she want cash, she the one prolly put the rep on ’em
                                                          Assassins tryna step on ’em
                                                          Pallbearer, put my belt on ’em
                                                          Neighbor’s son dead on that corner
                                                          And they put the blame on my money
                                                          These hoes ain’t have a year run, bein’ rude with me, so I left ’em
                                                          Cross me out been had a X on ’em
                                                          Neighbors still not even my flesh [?] (Nah)

                                                          [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
                                                          Dirty stick, new fit, walk with that check on me (Check)
                                                          I be out all night, bitch just complain ’bout Off-White
                                                          Real made nigga, don’t understand why I walk ’round with that TEC on me (TEC)
                                                          Nigga talkin’ loud all night, they gon’ point at me ’cause of my type

                                                          [Verse 2: NoCap]
                                                          If I knew what love was, I wouldn’t have asked y’all
                                                          Got niggas posted on the curb, that’s them fast balls
                                                          You can still see the blood on my Air Force 1’s
                                                          And you can still see the tears sheddin’ off my gun
                                                          Choosin’ sides, you better pick, just like Richard Sherman
                                                          You think we aimin’ at your legs, we got more guns than an ornament
                                                          These fingers for triggers only, and we don’t ever do pointin’
                                                          My bitch from Charlotte, can’t diss me, she know I’m flyer than Hornet
                                                          All we know is ball, niggas shavin’
                                                          It’s a drought on real niggas, hate to say it, ayy
                                                          Spin the Benz, do a drill, in a damn Mercedes
                                                          My screen cracked, I told ’em that, I’m still catchin’ cases
                                                          Ayy, brand new Glock, new fit, I got no vest on
                                                          I stayed up all night, started talkin to them porch lights
                                                          She got a nigga, but she still gon’ fuck me ’cause I’m rich
                                                          Don’t let your pride get in the way
                                                          Made it from by the gas station

                                                          [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
                                                          She say she fuck with frauds, rich nigga, stop her from [?] (Oh)
                                                          My cousin, he stretch fentanyl, don’t wanna rap, still gon’ get that backend
                                                          (Dubba-AA flex)
                                                          Rich hoe attraction, can’t fit by trappin’
                                                          Waitin’ on bro for to tap in
                                                          Just for to go get active
                                                          Dior fashion (Slime), all murder clothin’ (Go)
                                                          Stepped on shit, but stayed crypto, buy another route
                                                          Top say “Tote that red flag, come cross here, we devil zone”
                                                          Tryna fuck only when she want cash, she the one prolly put the rep on ’em
                                                          Assassins tryna step on ’em
                                                          Pallbearer, put my belt on ’em
                                                          Neighbor’s son dead on that corner
                                                          And they put the blame on my money
                                                          These hoes ain’t have a year run, bein’ rude with me, so I left ’em
                                                          Cross me out been had a X on ’em
                                                          Neighbors still not even my flesh [?] (Nah)

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                                                            Songwriter (s): Mike Laury, Dubba-AA, NoCap & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                            “PallBearer” is an unreleased collaboration between YoungBoy & NoCap that was recorded on October 14, 2020 and later leaked on March 8, 2022.
                                                            Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                                            project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                                            YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                                            Holy 
                                                            Nightfall 
                                                            Ghost 
                                                            Wagwan 
                                                            Acclaimed Emotions 
                                                            Loner Life 
                                                            The North Bleeding 
                                                            Proud Of Myself 
                                                            Goals

                                                            YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                            Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                            YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                            “Don Dada”

                                                            [Verse]
                                                            …..
                                                            Bitch, die bitch, die
                                                            Know I’ma slide, make ’em cry, bullets flyin’ around they side
                                                            Boom, bitch, boom, Herm, drive, nigga, don’t crash the ride
                                                            My lil’ bitch a model, I be tryna dig all in her sides, uh
                                                            This a bottle, nigga, drink it, start to wildin’, nigga
                                                            Boom, that’s that choppa, nigga, thought you had a problem, nigga
                                                            Bitch, don’t say “Kentrell”, see me, say the Dada, nigga
                                                            Swervin’ in this muhfucka
                                                            I’m gon’ get ten years if they catch me with this dirty cutta, gon’ keep that stick still
                                                            YB a dirty motherfucka, he got ’bout nine kids
                                                            They know with that shit I is, bitch, yeah, bitch, yeah
                                                            Pop a pill, uh, roll until he dead, oh, yeah
                                                            Leave ’em dead, talk that shit, he lay in his bed, Goddamn
                                                            Seen lil’ shawty and she bad then what they said, mhm
                                                            That’s who killed ’em, when they see us, they say “Yeah, that’s them”
                                                            We got dirty sticks and pounds, they steady jumpin’ out the gym
                                                            See the bitch, zip his ass, then get happy, I’m him
                                                            Who them boys don’t like? They know that I’m quick to shoot at them
                                                            See me out on site, covered down in diamonds with BM
                                                            Nigga, this a slider and this bitch I got, she’s a model
                                                            When you see Top, say “Dada”…

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                                                              Songwriter (s): ProdByBerge, Lastwordbeats, D-Roc & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                              “Don Doda” is an unreleased song by YoungBoy that was first previewed in a YoungBoy Thriller post on February 20, 2022.
                                                              Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                                              project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                                              YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                                              Holy 
                                                              Nightfall 
                                                              Ghost 
                                                              Wagwan 
                                                              Acclaimed Emotions 
                                                              Loner Life 
                                                              The North Bleeding 
                                                              Proud Of Myself 
                                                              Goals

                                                              YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                              Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                              YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                              “SuperBowl”

                                                              [Chorus]
                                                              Your body, your smile, it be everything
                                                              I should make you everything
                                                              I should buy a wedding ring ‘fore my time go
                                                              I, you should bet on me
                                                              Eyes, keep ’em set on me, yeah
                                                              You choose, you, you, ooh
                                                              Don’t decide on me, you could count on me, yeah
                                                              ‘Round I go
                                                              Havin’ you make me feel like I won the SuperBowl
                                                              ‘Cause you super, super, super, super

                                                              [Verse 1]
                                                              That’s exactly what I told her
                                                              Shorty been standin’ on business like a soldier
                                                              Got in fights through it all and she still ain’t foldin’
                                                              They ain’t give me my crеdit but she always notice
                                                              She can gеt it all back everytime I’m out rollin’
                                                              So many niggas she coulda had, but I was chosen

                                                              [Pre-Chorus]
                                                              My last did me dirty, left me stuck with my 30
                                                              Fell in love with this fashion
                                                              Spend a check in a hurry
                                                              They like when I’m hurting
                                                              They don’t love me, no worries
                                                              They don’t deserve me (Oh nah)
                                                              Help me change, don’t you curve me

                                                              [Chorus]
                                                              Your body, your smile, it be everything
                                                              I should make you everything
                                                              I should buy a wedding ring ‘fore my time go (Oh, oh)
                                                              I, you should bet on me (Your eyes)
                                                              Eyes, keep ’em set on me, yeah
                                                              You choose, you, you, ooh (You)
                                                              Don’t decide on me, you could count on me, yeah
                                                              ‘Round I go (‘Round I go)
                                                              Havin’ you make me feel like I won the SuperBowl (I won, I won)
                                                              ‘Cause you super, super, super, super (Super)

                                                              [Verse 2]
                                                              And you know I blow a check
                                                              Put up on your arm, new Patek
                                                              Solitary diamonds layin’ around your neck
                                                              Flex, baby, I ain’t gon’ do ’em like that
                                                              That girl think she that ’cause a new Corvette
                                                              Bet, we gon’ get the Rolls on they ass
                                                              Layin’ in the console, whole lotta cash
                                                              Yeah, told me not to smoke in the Jag’
                                                              They don’t want to hear me on a song when I’m sad (No)
                                                              They don’t want to see me when I’m speakin’ how you bad (No)
                                                              They don’t want to hear a nigga gettin’ money with your dad (No)
                                                              They don’t even want probably see me out of jail
                                                              Missin’ every moment, you’ll trip while you here
                                                              Stuck ’round like she came back from the dead
                                                              She still love a nigga while another girl here

                                                              [Pre-Chorus]
                                                              My last did me dirty
                                                              Left me stuck with my 30
                                                              Fell in love with this fashion
                                                              Spend a check in a hurry
                                                              They like when I’m hurting
                                                              They don’t love me no worries
                                                              They don’t deserve me
                                                              Help me change, don’t you curve me

                                                              [Chorus]
                                                              Your body, your smile, it be everything
                                                              I should make you everything
                                                              I should buy a wedding ring ‘fore my time go
                                                              I, you should bet on me
                                                              Eyes, keep ’em set on me, yeah
                                                              You choose, you, you, ooh (You)
                                                              Don’t decide on me, you could count on me, yeah (Uh)
                                                              ‘Round I go (Uh)
                                                              Havin’ you make me feel like I won the SuperBowl (I won, cause you super)
                                                              (Super, super, super)

                                                              [Outro]
                                                              Can we just get married?
                                                              Yeah
                                                              I don’t like to be played with
                                                              Me neither

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                                                                Songwriter (s): Smash David, Jason Goldberg, OG Parker & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                                                project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                                                YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                                                Holy 
                                                                Nightfall 
                                                                Ghost 
                                                                Wagwan 
                                                                Acclaimed Emotions 
                                                                Loner Life 
                                                                The North Bleeding 
                                                                Proud Of Myself 
                                                                Goals

                                                                YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                “Mr. Grim Reaper”

                                                                [Pre-Chorus]
                                                                Why Dave died as a child?
                                                                Baby Joe got shot front his child
                                                                Wonder why a flag a part our style
                                                                Wanna get out but wonder why that I can’t stop

                                                                [Chorus]
                                                                Headed to be dead or gone
                                                                I don’t wanna leave
                                                                I say “Father I’m sorry, all my pain got me heartless”
                                                                I just wanna find some peace
                                                                But I’m like Mister Grim Reaper
                                                                I do not mean to disturb your time
                                                                I just wan’ ask you, “Can you leave my family out?” (Family)
                                                                You got it hard and most of all my niggas laying up in a graveyard

                                                                [Verse 1]
                                                                I killed that boy, I ain’t do that shit for you
                                                                Me and Ten clutching hard while we ridin’ in that coupe
                                                                I been in and out the system but every time make it through
                                                                GD gang got a diffеrence, we a family, not a crеw, not a squad
                                                                Since I came out the front chart, my life it been so hard
                                                                Grew up around killers and a whole lot of dope boys
                                                                Father, I am a shotta, got bodies to show for it
                                                                So please forgive your son ’cause I know where I’m going

                                                                [Chorus]
                                                                Headed to be dead or gone
                                                                I don’t wanna leave
                                                                I say “Father I’m sorry, all my pain got me heartless”
                                                                I just wanna find some peace
                                                                But I’m like Mister Grim Reaper
                                                                I do not mean to disturb your time
                                                                I just wan’ ask you, “Can you leave my family out?”
                                                                You got it hard and most of all my niggas laying up in a graveyard

                                                                [Verse 2]
                                                                Boozila died, lil’ Tug died
                                                                And lil’ Jordan got shot, months from that he had a child
                                                                AJ and Three got shot but only one is still alive
                                                                Dump dead, Jordan steppin’ in heaven know you fly
                                                                I been thuggin’ since a child
                                                                Tyler playin’ with that fire
                                                                Turnt up ‘fore I came out slime
                                                                Gettin’ dirty clutchin’ in a ride
                                                                This shit hurt my heart sometimes, but I’m grown, I’m not a child
                                                                Uh, gotta calculate my moves, what if I slip up and die? (Why?)

                                                                [Pre-Chorus]
                                                                Why Dave died as a child?
                                                                Baby Joe got shot front his child
                                                                Wonder why a flag a part our style
                                                                Wanna get out but wonder why that I can’t stop

                                                                [Chorus]
                                                                Headed to be dead or gone
                                                                I don’t wanna leave
                                                                I say “Father I’m sorry, all my pain got me heartless”
                                                                I just wanna find some peace
                                                                But I’m like Mister Grim Reaper
                                                                I do not mean to disturb your time
                                                                I just wan’ ask you, “Can you leave my family out?”
                                                                You got it hard and most of all my niggas laying up in a graveyard

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                                                                  Songwriter (s): Vadebeatz & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                  This song includes Youngboy reflecting on his fallen friends, he continues to consider that the way he is living could have deadly consequences.
                                                                  Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                                                  project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                                                  YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                                                  Holy 
                                                                  Nightfall 
                                                                  Ghost 
                                                                  Wagwan 
                                                                  Acclaimed Emotions 
                                                                  Loner Life 
                                                                  The North Bleeding 
                                                                  Proud Of Myself 
                                                                  Goals

                                                                  YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                  Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                  YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                  “Speed Racing”

                                                                  [Intro]
                                                                  (God damn, BJ with another one)
                                                                  (D-roc)
                                                                  (Durk is better than me)
                                                                  And he has a bigger Dick😩

                                                                  [Chorus]
                                                                  It’s Lil Top on the highway
                                                                  Drivin’ like he speed racing
                                                                  I’m gon’ do my dance
                                                                  Please don’t get in my space
                                                                  I be all on top of the couch
                                                                  Like this be my place
                                                                  Bitch with all of my dogs
                                                                  Tell ’em call the fire station
                                                                  Cause we gon’ burn this bitch down, with the shit lil mama
                                                                  Bounce that ass shorty, hold on, do a split lil mama
                                                                  Say that she like how I get down, let me hit lil mama
                                                                  Get her to the condo, I’m like lil bro where the condoms

                                                                  [Verse 1]
                                                                  Clips like anacondas, longer than a motherfucker
                                                                  Slimer than a motherfucker, it won’t never be another
                                                                  Fresh fit, but I’m still ridin’ with this dirty cutter
                                                                  New whip, fuck it up with ashes then I buy another
                                                                  Gang shit, posted up all night, on sight
                                                                  Servin’ nothin’ but off white, gun fights, slang your pipe
                                                                  I just left the Citgo, lookin’ higher than a kite
                                                                  I be with that shit though, shoot your block up all night
                                                                  I’m on it now, bow bitch
                                                                  For to split his shit, what this stick for
                                                                  Aw shit, she can do it better, let my bitch go
                                                                  I be spendin’ money and floodin’ all these diamonds on my MuMu
                                                                  If I sit it down, I’ma think she tryna kill me if my tool move

                                                                  [Chorus]
                                                                  It’s Lil Top on the highway
                                                                  Drivin’ like he speed racing
                                                                  I’m gon’ do my dance
                                                                  Please don’t get in my space
                                                                  I be all on top of the couch
                                                                  Like this be my place
                                                                  Bitch with all of my dogs
                                                                  Tell ’em call the fire station
                                                                  Cause we gon’ burn this bitch down, with the shit lil mama
                                                                  Bounce that ass shorty, hold on, do a split lil mama
                                                                  Say that she like how I get down, let me hit lil mama
                                                                  Get her to the condo, I’m like lil bro where the condoms

                                                                  [Verse 2]
                                                                  Rollin’ off that pack, I’m tryna hit you from the back (Yea)
                                                                  Know I smell like thrax and know my pockets full of cash (Yea)
                                                                  Know I get ’em clapped, don’t do no cap inside my raps (Yea)
                                                                  Know that I’m not worried for the law, I got that sack (Yea)
                                                                  Bitch make me go across your head with this Casamigo’s bottle
                                                                  That what the fuck that I said
                                                                  Know these niggas don’t want no problems
                                                                  Richer than a motherfucker
                                                                  I’m not worried about anybody
                                                                  Know that we got plenty choppers
                                                                  Shoot this bitch and clear the party, yea

                                                                  [Chorus]
                                                                  It’s Lil Top on the highway
                                                                  Drivin’ like he speed racing
                                                                  I’m gon’ do my dance
                                                                  Please don’t get in my space
                                                                  I be all on top of the couch
                                                                  Like this be my place
                                                                  Bitch with all of my dogs
                                                                  Tell ’em call the fire station
                                                                  Cause we gon’ burn this bitch down, with the shit lil mama
                                                                  Bounce that ass shorty, hold on, do a split lil mama
                                                                  Say that she like how I get down, let me hit lil mama
                                                                  Get her to the condo, I’m like lil bro where the condoms

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                                                                    ✍️ Correct Lyrics

                                                                    Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                    Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                                                    project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                                                    YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                                                    Holy 
                                                                    Nightfall 
                                                                    Ghost 
                                                                    Wagwan 
                                                                    Acclaimed Emotions 
                                                                    Loner Life 
                                                                    The North Bleeding 
                                                                    Proud Of Myself 
                                                                    Goals

                                                                    YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                    Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                    YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                    “Lost Soul”

                                                                    [Intro]
                                                                    4KTrey, what you on?
                                                                    Come get blooded in yea yea
                                                                    We slangin iron over here (oh slime)
                                                                    It ain’t no question
                                                                    (Ju-Ju-June on the beat
                                                                    June on the beat)

                                                                    [Verse 1]
                                                                    I came in with a dream I’m leaving out chasing money
                                                                    Momma say them niggas round make sure they keep you dry when it’s storming
                                                                    Guess I got beef in Atlanta, going out like a youngin
                                                                    Death before dishonor every nigga with me they dumping
                                                                    Pussy niggas don’t want smoke we bend yo corner nigga
                                                                    Out the top equip with cutters steady screaming out who want it nigga
                                                                    And they slide just like we slide so you know that I be on it nigga
                                                                    Got bout 20 niggas with me full of drugs totin’ on .30 pistols
                                                                    Catch him who bad I swing this bitch I’m letting it out, that’s off top
                                                                    I fuck with OG’s, some real niggas like Birdman and Box
                                                                    I got some drugs off in the trunk we stash that shit in a sock
                                                                    And if the police pull us over I’ma run with this Glock

                                                                    [Pre-Chorus]
                                                                    Swerving late night all by my lonely, I’m just clutching smoking easing my mind (Mind)
                                                                    I’m full of pain even know that I might die, I’ll be fine (I’ll be fine)

                                                                    [Chorus]
                                                                    Lost soul at night I’ll be alright
                                                                    I see nothing frightening in no one eyes
                                                                    Feel they don’t love me, feel like fuck it kept my head to the sky
                                                                    I’m shooting it out behind it all I’ll be willing to die
                                                                    This for Big Dump I killed that bitch and knocked his partner off
                                                                    On house arrest, I had my youngin spinning through the south
                                                                    This shit don’t stop this on my daughter I’ma lay down law
                                                                    Until the police give me life I’ma knock you bitches off

                                                                    [Verse 2]
                                                                    How you wanna do it? I’m chasing blood I’m too influenced
                                                                    Bitch let me blood you in just tell me when you wanna do it
                                                                    Paint 4KTrey across your forehead then lick it off (Now you’ve been warned)
                                                                    Pointing out you better bust his ass, disobey I’ll pop you then I’ll do him

                                                                    [Chorus]
                                                                    Lost soul at night I’ll be alright
                                                                    I see nothing frightening in no one eyes
                                                                    Feel they don’t love me, feel like fuck it kept my head to the sky
                                                                    I’m shooting it out behind it all I’ll be willing to die

                                                                    [Verse 3]
                                                                    I’m shooting it out behind it all I’ll be willing to die
                                                                    I gotta daughter on the way and I just wanna see her eyes
                                                                    I heard she diss my baby mama had to look and realize
                                                                    She finally met that gang in person and she seeming nice
                                                                    I put her life in Kaylyn hands let her slide oh
                                                                    Shawty think she could, she fire but I can rock too
                                                                    Bitch who you think I am? I could play with minds too
                                                                    Bitch I better not hear you bump a opp you better bump them slime tunes
                                                                    Still flexing stepping tell a nigga where I can’t go (Bitch, where?)
                                                                    Hi-Hats kicking, Draco jumping like its kango mmm
                                                                    Wanna fuck all on yo slum bend it over mm mmm
                                                                    Follow who we pulling over hop out lettin’ the stick boom
                                                                    I’ma let the stick boom, never let ’em stop you
                                                                    Nigga I’ma make the news leave the police with no clues
                                                                    My daughter slime already leave her with the mind of a goon
                                                                    Her momma bout whatever, behind her we been sliding with that tool

                                                                    [Chorus]
                                                                    Lost soul at night I’ll be alright
                                                                    I see nothing frightening in no one eyes
                                                                    Feel they don’t love me, feel like fuck it kept my head to the sky
                                                                    I’m shooting it out behind it all I’ll be willing to die
                                                                    This for Big Dump I killed that bitch and knocked his partner off (On gang)
                                                                    On house arrest, I had my youngin spin and do the south
                                                                    This shit don’t stop this on my daughter I’ma lay down low (Bitch waddup)
                                                                    Until the police give me life I’ma knock you bitches off

                                                                    [Outro]
                                                                    Swerving late night all by my lonely, I’m just clutching smoking easing my mind (Mind)
                                                                    I’m full of pain even know that I might die, I’ll be fine (I’ll be fine)
                                                                    Lost soul at night I’ll be alright
                                                                    I see nothing frightening in no one eyes
                                                                    Feel they don’t love me, feel like fuck it kept my head to the sky
                                                                    I’m shooting it out behind it all I’ll be willing to die

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                                                                      Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                      “Lost Soul” is an unreleased song by YoungBoy that was first previewed in an IG live by YoungBoy alongside of NBA Big B on January 1, 2020, where he also previewed another unreleased track “Anybody “.
                                                                      Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                                                      project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                                                      YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                                                      Holy 
                                                                      Nightfall 
                                                                      Ghost 
                                                                      Wagwan 
                                                                      Acclaimed Emotions 
                                                                      Loner Life 
                                                                      The North Bleeding 
                                                                      Proud Of Myself 
                                                                      Goals

                                                                      YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                      Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                      YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                      “I Got The Bag”

                                                                      [Intro]
                                                                      I gotta pour me some more muhfuckin’ mud
                                                                      You know that the double R black (D-Roc)

                                                                      [Refrain]
                                                                      Shawty hold it down for her nigga, you know that I fuck with that (Fuck with that)
                                                                      Shawty ride around in a new Maybach
                                                                      You know I stay loaded off codeine and Xans
                                                                      I got the bag, I ain’t showin’ my hand
                                                                      I take your ho and put her in a Lamb’
                                                                      I got the Aston Martin liftin’ up (Skrrt)
                                                                      And I got that plate of money runnin’ up
                                                                      And one diamond, two diamond, I’m doubled, they flooded up

                                                                      [Chorus]
                                                                      Had to spend me a bag for to rock this shit
                                                                      Cut off the money, I find if she lyin’ to me
                                                                      You know my criteria resemble a dealer
                                                                      You know I splurge on her until I could spin her
                                                                      You know for a fact that I’m takin’ her down
                                                                      Big diamond like crystal, I know she a winner
                                                                      Don’t like when I ditch her, lil’ shawty too tempered
                                                                      Turn up on these niggas when I try do double up, double up

                                                                      [Verse 1]
                                                                      I done ran up my Ms, they know I fuck it up
                                                                      Chase that money real fast, run it up, stack it up
                                                                      Hit the curb in Maybach, and it long like a bus
                                                                      I can’t settle for one, all these hoes I done fucked
                                                                      Spend a check on AP, one for her and for her
                                                                      Got my fit lookin’ like that I sponsor cigar
                                                                      And you know that it’s tough, that’s a Moncler puff
                                                                      Bitch, you know I’m a thug
                                                                      Chill all day, back to back, sip mud
                                                                      Don’t care what type of nigga that her last dude was
                                                                      And I ain’t even really tryna trip ’bout the girl
                                                                      Fuck with her, I give her money up and now I blew a dub
                                                                      Twenty ball came from the extras that I paid for the case
                                                                      ‘Cause the court got a case on us
                                                                      Don’t care what they say, they can’t X out us
                                                                      Louis straight from New York, been the one since the start
                                                                      This a rich nigga heart

                                                                      [Chorus]
                                                                      Had to spend me a bag for to rock this shit
                                                                      Cut off the money, I find if she lyin’ to me
                                                                      You know my criteria resemble a dealer
                                                                      You know I splurge on her until I could spin her
                                                                      You know for a fact that I’m takin’ her down
                                                                      Big diamond like crystal, I know she a winner
                                                                      Don’t like when I ditch her, lil’ shawty too tempered
                                                                      Turn up on these niggas when I try do double up, double up

                                                                      [Verse 2]
                                                                      Bought a watch, I don’t know why I started up
                                                                      From the start, I just knew that she ain’t gon’ be hard to fuck
                                                                      From the back, let me hit, and she know I recorded her
                                                                      And that Bentley feel special when inside
                                                                      And you know that McLaren don’t get drove for nothin’
                                                                      I’m gon’ forever live if my name die
                                                                      I’ma stack up that money forever-ever

                                                                      [Refrain]
                                                                      Shawty hold it down for her nigga, you know that I fuck with that (Fuck with that)
                                                                      Shawty ride around in a new Maybach
                                                                      You know I stay loaded off codeine and Xans
                                                                      I got the bag, I ain’t showin’ my hand
                                                                      I take your ho and put her in a Lamb’
                                                                      I got the Aston Martin liftin’ up (Skrrt)
                                                                      And I got that plate of money runnin’ up
                                                                      And one diamond, two diamond, I’m doubled, they flooded up

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                                                                        ✍️ Correct Lyrics

                                                                        Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                        Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                                                        project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                                                        YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                                                        Holy 
                                                                        Nightfall 
                                                                        Ghost 
                                                                        Wagwan 
                                                                        Acclaimed Emotions 
                                                                        Loner Life 
                                                                        The North Bleeding 
                                                                        Proud Of Myself 
                                                                        Goals

                                                                        YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                        Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                        YoungBoy Never Broke Again & DaBaby Lyrics

                                                                        “Hit”

                                                                        (Okay)
                                                                        Maybach outside, Maybach out—uh (Yeah)
                                                                        Maybach outside runnin’, fuck, uh, uh, uh (Okay)
                                                                        Maybach outside runnin’, yeah

                                                                        I got a stick in this bitch
                                                                        Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh
                                                                        Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
                                                                        Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, skully

                                                                        Shut up, I know you don’t love me (Let’s go)
                                                                        I’m fuckin’ on her and her buddy, yeah (Yeah)
                                                                        The Maybach outside, uh
                                                                        I hopped out that bitch, left it runnin’ (Yeah, bitch)
                                                                        Don’t make me get in no trouble (With that), yeah
                                                                        You know when I air this bitch out now
                                                                        I’m tryna be calm, I promise
                                                                        It’s gettin’ too hard to be humble
                                                                        It’s a Phantom outside, I’ma get in that
                                                                        Send ’em lil’ niggas, I send ’em back up in the box, in the coroner minivan
                                                                        Go on ’em like Ja, make ’em spin like a ceilin’ fan (Ayy)
                                                                        Hop out and blow at ’em (Now come on, let’s go)
                                                                        You play with me, bitch, we gon’ make CNN
                                                                        Bet a fuck nigga know better
                                                                        ‘Cause-

                                                                        I got a stick in this bitch
                                                                        Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)
                                                                        Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully
                                                                        Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh
                                                                        Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully

                                                                        Huh, they got a problem, they know we can hit (Okay)
                                                                        They got a problem, I brought me a stick in this bitch
                                                                        Better how sick that they get
                                                                        Hit ’em with this and I bet your lil’ buddy you miss
                                                                        I had to turn up my wrist
                                                                        Watch how I hit, know I had to go flood out my shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
                                                                        Got the below in the clip
                                                                        Double R Maybach, I know that you love how it fit
                                                                        (I got a), uh, in this bitch, (I got a), uh, in this bitch
                                                                        I got the baddest ratchet bitch that’s dancin’ all on my dick
                                                                        I got the bag in the trunk, wear makeup like punk, yeah
                                                                        Brrt, leave ’em slumped, you know I do, don’t say I don’t

                                                                        Got a stick in this bitch
                                                                        Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)
                                                                        Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully
                                                                        Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh
                                                                        Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
                                                                        I got a stick in this bitch
                                                                        Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)
                                                                        Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully
                                                                        Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh
                                                                        Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully

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                                                                          ✍️ Correct Lyrics

                                                                          Songwriter (s): DaBaby, YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                          Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, known professionally as DaBaby, is an American rapper. After releasing several mixtapes between 2014 and 2018, he rose to mainstream prominence in 2019.
                                                                          Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

                                                                          BETTER THAN YOU (2022)

                                                                          DaBaby — Lyrics
                                                                          Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

                                                                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                          Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                          DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                          “On This Line”

                                                                          [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                                                                          Baby
                                                                          (Mommy, India got them beats)
                                                                          Wake up, bitch
                                                                          (Leor, light it up)
                                                                          Ayy, you see that nigga they just brought in here?
                                                                          I know him, man, that nigga from the other side
                                                                          Come on

                                                                          He got a soap sock, I got a shank (Yeah)
                                                                          What the fuck he on this line for? I don’t know what they think
                                                                          Soon as they bring our breakfast tray (I’m on there), you know I’m gon’ crank (Yeah)
                                                                          Soon as these doors open up, I don’t give no fuck, I just wan’ bang

                                                                          [DaBaby:]
                                                                          You know I ain’t worried ’bout none of these pussy niggas
                                                                          Laugh my bitch ass to the bank
                                                                          Free my cousin, I go there and sit there with ’em
                                                                          If these niggas keep actin’ like what they ain’t
                                                                          Gun a nigga down, broad daylight
                                                                          Makin’ sure he dead right there, I don’t play right, nigga
                                                                          Scary-ass nigga keep callin’ ’round the city
                                                                          Tryna cop a plea and get his face right with me

                                                                          [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                                                                          If a nigga on this line with me
                                                                          Bang fire with me, you ain’t safe, my nigga
                                                                          Guarantee every dome from A to C
                                                                          Know I bang big B in my face, my nigga
                                                                          By mornin’, I’ma check ’em out this bitch
                                                                          Bean bag, know they gon’ mace this bitch
                                                                          Lock down ’til the whole line get fixed
                                                                          I ain’t worried ’bout one nigga in this bitch

                                                                          ‘Cause he got a soap sock, I got a shank
                                                                          What the fuck he on this line for? I don’t know what they think

                                                                          [DaBaby:]
                                                                          Young nigga been locked since seventeen, runnin’ shit
                                                                          Shippin’ them bowls, police keep takin’ his phone
                                                                          He in prison and he put me on
                                                                          I’m still rappin’, got rich, now I’m tryna get him home
                                                                          Yeah, somebody tell Meek and Jay-Z help me go get my cousin
                                                                          Ain’t got time to play with this shit
                                                                          Don’t play with me, play with yo’ kids
                                                                          Niggas know Baby bussin’, they know I got stain in this bitch
                                                                          Aim at a bitch, shoot out the side of a Maybach
                                                                          And went back and painted the whip
                                                                          Pay me a lawyer, bulletproof trucks for my daughter
                                                                          So coppers can’t spray at the whip
                                                                          ‘Cause I got a AR, he got a Glock, huh
                                                                          “Damn, that nigga still shootin'”
                                                                          That lil’ shit just ran outta shots, huh?
                                                                          Catch a nigga go and eat shit, bet before a nigga speak
                                                                          He gon’ think before he talk now
                                                                          I was the hottest rapper in the world
                                                                          Gettin’ in shoot-outs right in front of a cop car
                                                                          Spray, nigga

                                                                          [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                                                                          I got a red flag, made out of gym shorts (Yeah)
                                                                          I got that mojo, sprayed on top of New Years car
                                                                          I just got my court date pushed back, they tryna make it hard
                                                                          Tryna see if I’m lucky for to find that new pack on the yard
                                                                          My nigga just gave me a new Android, I ain’t have to pay for it
                                                                          My nigga just made another draw blood
                                                                          We all might get charged for it
                                                                          Can’t go to the dome, they got me sinnin’, black and white stripes
                                                                          Or cross me, that’s a old head, he told me that he doin’ life
                                                                          He doin’ life, damn

                                                                          [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                                                                          I’m too young for that, huh, huh
                                                                          I pray to God, I said I swear to God
                                                                          I-I-I hope them bitches don’t try to hang a nigga like that, slime, you heard me?

                                                                          [DaBaby:]
                                                                          I don’t know why this nigga got me on this mufuckin’ song rappin’ like we in jail right now anyway, nigga
                                                                          Nigga crazy, bitch, you home, nigga

                                                                          [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                                                                          Know that’s that life we live, nigga

                                                                          [DaBaby:]
                                                                          Stay ready for whatever, yeah

                                                                          [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                                                                          They caught up, they feelin’ us

                                                                          He got a soap sock, I got a shank
                                                                          What the fuck he on this line for? I don’t know what they think
                                                                          Soon as they bring our breakfast tray, you know I’m gon’ crank
                                                                          Soon as these doors open up, I don’t give no fuck, I just wan’ bang

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                                                                            Songwriter (s): DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                            Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, known professionally as DaBaby, is an American rapper. After releasing several mixtapes between 2014 and 2018, he rose to mainstream prominence in 2019.
                                                                            Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

                                                                            BETTER THAN YOU (2022)

                                                                            DaBaby — Lyrics
                                                                            Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

                                                                            YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                            Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                            DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                            “Little To A Lot”

                                                                            People think I’m crazy, say my mind gone (Pipe that shit up, TnT)
                                                                            ‘Cause I can’t leave the house without my fye (Dmac on the fuckin’ track)
                                                                            Fuck what people think yeah, yeah
                                                                            Oh, people think I’m crazy, say my mind gone
                                                                            ‘Cause I can’t leave the house without my fire
                                                                            It’s gon’ take ’em years to see what I’m on
                                                                            And all my kids still rich the day I die

                                                                            Came from a little to a lot all this money we done ran up, ran up, ran up (Nah, for real)
                                                                            Mama say you bet not let these niggas trick you out your spot it’s time to man up, man up, man up (We keep it real)
                                                                            I’m slippin’, fallin’, I know (Fucked up)
                                                                            I spend all my time and all my life tryna make sure we on

                                                                            Nah, for sho’, go
                                                                            These niggas be lazy as hell, I was hustling out the door
                                                                            I put the whole family on my back, nigga ain’t going out like no ho
                                                                            When I walk in and out the house, I’m strapped
                                                                            Anything feel the wrong way, I’ma blow
                                                                            Any time, nigga better watch how he act
                                                                            If you gon’ act any way, act like you know, nigga
                                                                            Feel like I been through this shit here a million times
                                                                            When I came up, they ain’t show no love
                                                                            Ain’t never asked for no vouchers
                                                                            That’s why them pussy ass niggas be poutin’
                                                                            And not for attention
                                                                            As soon as I come in the room
                                                                            And ain’t no one said it out loud
                                                                            Say how you you feeling
                                                                            Why you keep holding it in you?
                                                                            How can I get it up out you?
                                                                            I’m fuckin’ on three different freaks (Like three)
                                                                            Missing my big brother G
                                                                            You wanna numb me some drinks for him and my daddy in heaven get mixed up with me
                                                                            You can listen to them ho-ass niggas all you want to
                                                                            You ain’t gotta listen to me
                                                                            Last nigga to play it got lit like a tree
                                                                            And it ain’t it even Christmas nigga

                                                                            Came from a little to a lot all this money we done ran up, ran up, ran up
                                                                            Mama say you bet not let these niggas trick you out your spot it’s time to man up, man up, man up
                                                                            I’m slippin’, fallin’, I know
                                                                            I spend all my time and all my life tryna make sure we on

                                                                            You know I been doing this shit for us, nigga
                                                                            You know from the door
                                                                            From the start nigga
                                                                            If this shit about me, I done been straight, nigga
                                                                            I done been kicked back, nigga
                                                                            I’m sittin’ with all these M’s
                                                                            All this muhfucking fake-ass love
                                                                            All this fake ass fame and shit
                                                                            And I’m still livin’ like I don’t give a fuck
                                                                            I know niggas out here who ain’t doing shit for theyself
                                                                            They think they supposed to be livin’ the way I don’t even really wanna live

                                                                            Burglaries, robberies
                                                                            I can’t find the time I need inside my dreams
                                                                            I done seen my brother bleedin’ on side of me
                                                                            Oh Lord, please don’t let them murder me
                                                                            Cocaine Bentley GT
                                                                            Came up off the streets
                                                                            Can’t find no peace, where do I go?
                                                                            Momma got a brand new home
                                                                            I done moved grandpa from out the Nawf
                                                                            When niggas ’round, I don’t like to talk
                                                                            Only thing I know is take ’em off
                                                                            My shameless scars, can’t take it off
                                                                            Thirty mil’, stay in a regular house
                                                                            I ain’t want be how I apologize
                                                                            Instead of sayin’ I’m sorry
                                                                            First child that I supposed to have
                                                                            Got excited I named her Ari
                                                                            I been hustling for my family, reaper on me
                                                                            Can’t get him off me
                                                                            Hurt inside they made me act this way
                                                                            But them people still gon’ still fault me
                                                                            From the streets and that’s what taught me
                                                                            I been dealing with my pain on top my brain
                                                                            For a fake love scene
                                                                            Told my engineer my girl don’t bring her thang
                                                                            But convulsing
                                                                            Half a million on a diamond ring
                                                                            But more what your love cost me
                                                                            You should know what all this bring

                                                                            Came from a little to a lot all this money we done ran up, ran up, ran up
                                                                            Mama say you bet not let these niggas trick you out your spot it’s time to man up, man up, man up
                                                                            I’m slippin’, fallin’, I know
                                                                            I spend all my time and all my life tryna make sure we on

                                                                            Oh, oh, oh, oh
                                                                            Oh, oh, oh, yeah
                                                                            Oh, oh, oh, oh
                                                                            Oh, oh, oh, yeah

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                                                                              Songwriter (s): DaBaby, YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                              Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, known professionally as DaBaby, is an American rapper. After releasing several mixtapes between 2014 and 2018, he rose to mainstream prominence in 2019.
                                                                              Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

                                                                              BETTER THAN YOU (2022)

                                                                              DaBaby — Lyrics
                                                                              Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

                                                                              YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                              Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                              DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                              “WiFi”

                                                                              Damn Glacier, this one finna kill these niggas

                                                                              Nigga keep tweeting
                                                                              So you can die on that wifi
                                                                              You gon’ die from that internet
                                                                              Catch him it’s ’bout time
                                                                              Knock him out they gon’ be dogging him right now

                                                                              Big worm bitch I send a drive by
                                                                              Come out the house, know we posted at night time (Boy you knowing)
                                                                              Leaving his body inside of that white line
                                                                              .762, we gon’ wake up the block huh

                                                                              Nah nigga wake up
                                                                              I just sent a lil something your way to come shake something
                                                                              Got the drop from this lil bitch she be fucking on me
                                                                              I put nut on her makeup

                                                                              This stick is gon’ break something
                                                                              Bullets blow off the body they know now, break something
                                                                              Know I’m standing on business these niggas won’t take nothing
                                                                              I be shooting for the kill for the help I’ma Facetime ’em

                                                                              I’ma send me somebody to knock at yo door
                                                                              Like some pizza or something
                                                                              I don’t interact with bitch ass niggas
                                                                              Running around acting like my nieces or something
                                                                              I take that back, matter of fact nigga, my nieces more realer
                                                                              I’ll rather fuck niggas stay a hunnid feet from a nigga
                                                                              No, I ain’t stunting you niggas, I got a daughter more gangsta
                                                                              Just wanna separate and stand across the street from a nigga
                                                                              I got up off they ass, I’m on you now
                                                                              And I ain’t fucking ’round with nothing under .40 cal
                                                                              I’m tryna put a hole in any nigga, bun ’em down

                                                                              I ain’t joking round with no nigga
                                                                              Frontin’ now, stunting in and out
                                                                              Plenty of pistols we ain’t running out
                                                                              Known to get ’em killed plenty of killers
                                                                              Know who run the town
                                                                              Talk on the name when I’m here they don’t come around
                                                                              I’ma catch ’em his time steady running out
                                                                              Grab yo keyboard

                                                                              Nigga keep tweeting
                                                                              So you can die on that wifi
                                                                              You gon’ die from that internet
                                                                              Catch him it’s ’bout time
                                                                              Knock him out they gon’ be dogging him right now

                                                                              Big worm bitch I send a drive by
                                                                              Come out the house know we posted at night time (Boy you knowing)
                                                                              Leaving his body inside of that white line
                                                                              .762, we gon’ wake up the block huh

                                                                              Got my blinkie on him and I’ll blow it up too
                                                                              From a distance the police we shoot at ’em too
                                                                              Ask lit ten how we do
                                                                              On the scene and we blocking and lurking
                                                                              And I’m fiending to get at they dude
                                                                              Hit that boy with the stick same day shoot a video
                                                                              Record it then I upload to Youtube
                                                                              Try me, I bet I fuck over the fool
                                                                              51, walk ’em down while I’m loading Youtube

                                                                              Shhh, don’t tell nobody
                                                                              Drop the bag gotta brand new body
                                                                              Dropped the bag, gotta brand new Phantom
                                                                              Yeah nigga gotta take the shoes off inside ’em (No shoes)
                                                                              2022 white mink rug
                                                                              Oh well, what the fuck I’m supposed to do? I gotta drive it
                                                                              I cut the boogie shit and saved the loot and fly commercial
                                                                              If I ever wanna do it flying private

                                                                              Yeah, nigga keep tweeting
                                                                              So you can die on that wifi
                                                                              You gon’ die from that internet
                                                                              Catch him it’s ’bout time
                                                                              Knock him out, they gon’ be dogging him right now

                                                                              Big worm bitch I send a drive by
                                                                              Come out the house, know we posted at night time (Boy you knowing)
                                                                              Leaving his body inside of that white line
                                                                              .762, we gon’ wake up the block huh

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                                                                                Songwriter (s): DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                                Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, known professionally as DaBaby, is an American rapper. After releasing several mixtapes between 2014 and 2018, he rose to mainstream prominence in 2019.
                                                                                Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

                                                                                BETTER THAN YOU (2022)

                                                                                DaBaby — Lyrics
                                                                                Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

                                                                                YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                                Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                                DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                                “Turbo”

                                                                                [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                                                                                She say she like me
                                                                                Plain Jane
                                                                                AP
                                                                                Got the Bentley Rari
                                                                                She just want a Birkin
                                                                                I can’t buy her a Birkin
                                                                                I ain’t bought my momma a Birkin
                                                                                Always when I’m workin
                                                                                That money I be splurging like Turbo

                                                                                [DaBaby:]
                                                                                Uh fuckin that hoe campus
                                                                                Hitting her in between classes
                                                                                Nutting all over her glasses like Turbo
                                                                                Yeah yeah yeah
                                                                                Catch me zipping my car through traffic
                                                                                Young nigga got him a Hellcat but the Lambo go way faster

                                                                                [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                                                                                She want Celine spring
                                                                                I want some lean yeah
                                                                                I left for she out the most turn up for the scene
                                                                                Cognac gone like Turbo
                                                                                Draco earned my peacoat
                                                                                Money coming in real fast like Sonic
                                                                                Starting to think my new bitch won’t bite
                                                                                Starting to sting out the car when the opp get started
                                                                                Bringing up money you know I got it
                                                                                I want her with a whole lotta body
                                                                                Baby its skipping watch we ship it yeah
                                                                                Running off stage I dash
                                                                                Sitting on the moon top
                                                                                Hoping that I do not die
                                                                                Whatever I wear I’m way too fly
                                                                                Told her chill out with that capping
                                                                                A pint of that matrix I’m packing it
                                                                                Even tho we be fighting girl she know that I’m smashing her
                                                                                Propane tank of gas on c girl
                                                                                Come with the bullshit you know I’m with the
                                                                                Better know shorty to my type
                                                                                Hitting her real fast she call me Turbo

                                                                                [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                                                                                She say she like me
                                                                                Plain Jane
                                                                                AP
                                                                                Got the Bentley Rari
                                                                                She just want a Birkin
                                                                                I can’t buy her a Birkin
                                                                                I ain’t bought my momma a Birkin
                                                                                Always when I’m workin
                                                                                That money I be splurging like Turbo

                                                                                [DaBaby:]
                                                                                Uh fuckin that hoe campus
                                                                                Hitting her in between classes
                                                                                Nutting all over her glasses like Turbo
                                                                                Yeah yeah yeah
                                                                                Catch me zipping my car through traffic
                                                                                Young nigga got him a Hellcat but the Lambo go way faster
                                                                                You know the Lambo go fast
                                                                                They want me to slow down but I’m back on they ass
                                                                                Back in that bitch and with 30 they tax
                                                                                Baby done went and got another one
                                                                                She want a trick or a treat (a treat)
                                                                                Told her it ain’t Halloween
                                                                                She should have the Pro Tools on when I beat
                                                                                I be fucking her showing my bae how to sing
                                                                                Come on baby rock on my mic
                                                                                My hoes get to hitting I ain’t stopping no fight
                                                                                Come up with the ticket I ain’t stopping no lights
                                                                                Speed through that bitch like I’m Turbo
                                                                                I gotta brand new glick we gone see if it work tho
                                                                                She like to come give me head on lunch breaks
                                                                                Sent the text where you at come get it
                                                                                Texted her back dropped a pin meet me here
                                                                                Parking deck on the third floor, Turbo
                                                                                I gotta need for the speed, faster than a mafucking Ferris (yeah bitch)
                                                                                Tryna see wassup with me come die in this bitch being curious
                                                                                I pulled up in a wild body Benz, came out hopped in a uris
                                                                                Paparazzi don’t know what car I’m in and these hoes on me something serious

                                                                                [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                                                                                She say she like me
                                                                                Plain Jane
                                                                                AP
                                                                                Got the Bentley Rari
                                                                                She just want a Birkin
                                                                                I can’t buy her a Birkin
                                                                                I ain’t bought my momma a Birkin
                                                                                Always when I’m workin
                                                                                That money I be splurging like Turbo

                                                                                [DaBaby:]
                                                                                Uh fuckin that hoe campus
                                                                                Hitting her in between classes
                                                                                Nutting all over her glasses like Turbo
                                                                                Yeah yeah yeah
                                                                                Catch me zipping my car through traffic
                                                                                Young nigga got him a Hellcat but the Lambo go way faster

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                                                                                  Songwriter(s): DaBaby, YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                                  Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, known professionally as DaBaby, is an American rapper. After releasing several mixtapes between 2014 and 2018, he rose to mainstream prominence in 2019.
                                                                                  Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

                                                                                  BETTER THAN YOU (2022)

                                                                                  DaBaby — Lyrics
                                                                                  Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

                                                                                  YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                                  Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                                  DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                                  “BBL”

                                                                                  (Uzoma, come here)
                                                                                  Fuck on that ho and came back on her
                                                                                  Fuck on that ho and I-, yeah
                                                                                  (Chill, Hint)

                                                                                  I fuck on that hoe and came back on her
                                                                                  It look like she went got a new BBL
                                                                                  I’m like you done went got a lil ass on you
                                                                                  Doctor did good shit I can’t even tell
                                                                                  I’m the only one wrao this pack in the mail
                                                                                  Had to make something for the gangsta bitches
                                                                                  Never by myself got the banger with me
                                                                                  Hating ass niggas man I hate them niggas

                                                                                  It’s baby bitch say that shit two times
                                                                                  Baby baby he acting brand new now baby baby
                                                                                  Had to shake him he got back his juice now
                                                                                  Now you double back new you were coming back
                                                                                  Got the shit in my house that connect the guest house to the house part
                                                                                  The Rolls Royce in front of that
                                                                                  I come to fuck up the game if a nigga drop now settle down niggas think he ain’t coming back
                                                                                  Somebody must of told you wrong
                                                                                  Come through popping on a whole new song
                                                                                  Yeah bitch
                                                                                  Pussy nigga must think they lit
                                                                                  Tell they put us in this bitch and cut the protools on
                                                                                  Hating ass niggas still gone die
                                                                                  Keep waiting in the line bitch it won’t be long no no
                                                                                  Rap niggas talk big boy shit but when I’m in the room they control they tone
                                                                                  I’ll set it off on these niggas they know it too
                                                                                  Long Live G if it’s play he gone go with you
                                                                                  You know yo lil brother gone blow that
                                                                                  That’s my gangster bitch she from the Westside
                                                                                  Many men bitch I need me a vest
                                                                                  You gone need more than that how we step out
                                                                                  I spend every dollar I got til a nigga get dropped
                                                                                  Take his ass out the game nigga checked out
                                                                                  You the type of fuck nigga switch up when you don’t get attention lil bitch feeling left out
                                                                                  I could be the lil dog in the room I’ma walk in that bitch my chin up with my chest out
                                                                                  Honestly all these rap niggas hoe music don’t got no bop in it back on they neck now
                                                                                  Going Birdman I need my respect now
                                                                                  Gotta bitch that look like Left Eye

                                                                                  I fuck on that hoe and came back on her
                                                                                  It look like she went got a new BBL
                                                                                  I’m like you done went got a lil ass on you
                                                                                  Doctor did good shit I can’t even tell
                                                                                  I’m the only one wrao this pack in the mail
                                                                                  Had to make something for the gangsta bitches
                                                                                  Never by myself got the banger with me
                                                                                  Hating ass niggas man I hate them niggas

                                                                                  Fully loaded whip I’m back on my bullshit
                                                                                  And this bitch fully loaded FN clip
                                                                                  Turn that block until two shooters come out spinning back to back til they finish em
                                                                                  Shawty driving while we in a widebody
                                                                                  In a spot where they gone drop off them bodies
                                                                                  She gone leave on commercial come back in a private
                                                                                  I know that she got it gotta make sure she carry
                                                                                  Dead in the kitchen she cleaning the bowls
                                                                                  Who serving the boat we used to selling them bows
                                                                                  Brodie gone trap while I’m confined at home
                                                                                  House arrest from me toting that fire on the road
                                                                                  No for a fact she ain’t breaking the code
                                                                                  Everything she don’t know
                                                                                  If they kick in that door she won’t open her mouth
                                                                                  I surprise her the backing the lamb out the truck and the baddest outside
                                                                                  At my grandmother house where my mom and them grew
                                                                                  I’m sick got the flu I done turned up on boo
                                                                                  With that stick I’ma shoot I don’t play with them fools
                                                                                  Fill that neck with them diamonds lil shawty the truth
                                                                                  In her purse with the blick smoking one I’ma hit
                                                                                  He only got 8 better come with the two
                                                                                  My lil youngin take quarters he don’t give a shit
                                                                                  If he can’t add it up he gone sell it to you
                                                                                  Sign her name for that car she buy it for you
                                                                                  Shawty stay with the shit and she down for the crew
                                                                                  She picking it up and I’m popping on her
                                                                                  On that gangsta shit come slang that iron for you
                                                                                  Stealing polos and t-shirts up out of the mall
                                                                                  Ain’t nothing like Omar send that wire for you
                                                                                  Vacuum seals baking soda this home improvement she bring the [?] by two

                                                                                  I fuck on that hoe and came back on her
                                                                                  It look like she went got a new BBL
                                                                                  I’m like you done went got a lil ass on you
                                                                                  Doctor did good shit I can’t even tell
                                                                                  I’m the only one wrao this pack in the mail
                                                                                  Had to make something for the gangsta bitches
                                                                                  Never by myself got the banger with me
                                                                                  Hating ass niggas man I hate them niggas

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                                                                                    Songwriter (s): DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                                    Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, known professionally as DaBaby, is an American rapper. After releasing several mixtapes between 2014 and 2018, he rose to mainstream prominence in 2019.
                                                                                    Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

                                                                                    BETTER THAN YOU (2022)

                                                                                    DaBaby — Lyrics
                                                                                    Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

                                                                                    YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                                    Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                                    DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                                    “Count On Me”

                                                                                    Pipe that shit up TNT
                                                                                    Hurt what it do

                                                                                    Lonely
                                                                                    Count on me, hold on me
                                                                                    I’ve been wanting you
                                                                                    Why don’t you see a thing I see

                                                                                    Yeah
                                                                                    Remember you said it was 4L ya bitch you lied bitch
                                                                                    You know my love like Kevin yeah it don’t get tied
                                                                                    I probably come past you flying trying not to scratch my tires yeah
                                                                                    Staring you dead in yo eyes trying not to catch your lies
                                                                                    I know you sneaky but I been wanting you
                                                                                    Yeah now watch me turn up
                                                                                    Coming through like black Mike Jack
                                                                                    Why my baby gotta act like that yeah
                                                                                    Ion give a Fuck what they pay I ain’t coming in without my strap no
                                                                                    It don’t matter if the hoe get saved
                                                                                    Ima take the cape off my back
                                                                                    Ion give a fuck what they say I’ve been tryna get my life on track
                                                                                    Claiming they sick of me
                                                                                    Cancel culture like my bitches they hate me and can’t even get rid of me
                                                                                    Took a look inside her soul and told her

                                                                                    I see secrets deep inside your eyes
                                                                                    Broke my heart seen pieces in the sky
                                                                                    Wonder why moving on cause I’m tired
                                                                                    You’ll find another guy
                                                                                    Know we both gone be fine

                                                                                    Lonely
                                                                                    Count on me, hold on me
                                                                                    I’ve been wanting you
                                                                                    Why don’t you see a thing I see

                                                                                    Countin’ up money, I ain’t countin’ on love
                                                                                    Headed forward and I’m runnin’, I ain’t goin’ back where I was
                                                                                    I feel low, downer than I been before
                                                                                    Wonder where I go

                                                                                    What the fuck I’m in my feelings for
                                                                                    What you blowing up my iPhone for
                                                                                    Don’t be blowing me bout no hoe yea
                                                                                    I’m a real nigga rockstar she gone listen to me rock and roll
                                                                                    2021 caught my lick 2020 lost my bro
                                                                                    I went to you I figured you can heal my soul
                                                                                    I guess I was wrong you gone break me
                                                                                    I kept on raising my tone now you hate me
                                                                                    Throwing things going crazy
                                                                                    Seen it in my phone fuck them hoes you my old lady
                                                                                    I’m gone hold it down until we up until you gone baby

                                                                                    I see secrets deep inside your eyes
                                                                                    Broke my heart seen pieces in the sky
                                                                                    Wonder why moving on cause I’m tired
                                                                                    You’ll find another guy
                                                                                    Know we both gone be fine

                                                                                    Lonely
                                                                                    Count on me, hold on me
                                                                                    I’ve been wanting you
                                                                                    Why don’t you see a thing I see

                                                                                    Countin’ up money, I ain’t countin’ on love
                                                                                    Headed forward and I’m runnin’, I ain’t goin’ back where I was
                                                                                    I feel low, downer than I been before
                                                                                    Wonder where I go?

                                                                                    To the top, highest that I can go, oh, oh
                                                                                    Oh, slime, I can go, oh
                                                                                    Please don’t never leave me, you all mine

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                                                                                      Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again & DaBaby

                                                                                      Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, known professionally as DaBaby, is an American rapper. After releasing several mixtapes between 2014 and 2018, he rose to mainstream prominence in 2019.
                                                                                      Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

                                                                                      BETTER THAN YOU (2022)

                                                                                      DaBaby — Lyrics
                                                                                      Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

                                                                                      YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                                      Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                                      DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                                      “Syracuse”

                                                                                      Let’s go!

                                                                                      Glizzy glizzy show em what that Draco do
                                                                                      Blat blat she want xanax too
                                                                                      Plus that joint from Syracuse
                                                                                      Haha millions millions bently bently lamb truck too
                                                                                      Yeah yeah
                                                                                      Biggest villain me it’s me I stamped that too

                                                                                      All I know can trust my drugs and millions
                                                                                      Spend it on some naughty girls I spending nigga okay
                                                                                      I already know I’m paid
                                                                                      Choppa tonight get slayed
                                                                                      25 minutes on stage
                                                                                      Got the whole crowd lit up in a rage
                                                                                      Top please give me top
                                                                                      Mascot pre game masquerade
                                                                                      Watch how safe I’m in a wraith
                                                                                      Try me take off all his face
                                                                                      Bow bow brrt bung
                                                                                      I got drugs I’m boutta be cased
                                                                                      All in the bank I wrote my name
                                                                                      Got too much money can’t fit no safe

                                                                                      Glizzy glizzy show em what that draco do
                                                                                      Blat blat she want xanax too
                                                                                      Plus that joint from Syracuse
                                                                                      Haha millions millions bently bently lamb truck too
                                                                                      Yeah yeah
                                                                                      Biggest villain me it’s me I stamped that too

                                                                                      Let’s go
                                                                                      Hoppin’ off the stage, like- (Hoppin’ off the bitch, like-)
                                                                                      Hoppin’ off the stage, like- (Phew!)
                                                                                      Not your killers, Superman, Baby (Bitch!)
                                                                                      Got ’em bussin’ out the motherfuckin’ roof (Yeah!)
                                                                                      All red Maybach, pull up in it maybe (All red!)
                                                                                      He won’t hesitate to pull it out the- (Uh), don’t do it
                                                                                      He won’t hesitate to pull it out- Baby, don’t-
                                                                                      He won’t hesitate to pull it out- Shoot!
                                                                                      Shoot! (Boom, boom!) Shoot! (Boom!) Shoot! (Boom!)
                                                                                      Bitch, I’m turnt up, don’t need me no boo (I’m the nigga)
                                                                                      Do it solo, don’t need me a group (Uh-huh)
                                                                                      She want her a chocolate nigga (A chocolate!)
                                                                                      She keep on tellin’ me that I’m cute
                                                                                      They better go and get top for a nigga
                                                                                      Niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me in the booth
                                                                                      It’s Baby, nigga, go!

                                                                                      Glizzy glizzy show em what that Draco do
                                                                                      Blat blat she want xanax too
                                                                                      Plus that joint from Syracuse
                                                                                      Haha millions millions bently bently lamb truck too
                                                                                      Yeah yeah
                                                                                      Biggest villain me it’s me I stamped that too

                                                                                      Dangerous featuring Baby, nigga
                                                                                      Go

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                                                                                        Songwriter (s): DaBaby, YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                                        Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, known professionally as DaBaby, is an American rapper. After releasing several mixtapes between 2014 and 2018, he rose to mainstream prominence in 2019.
                                                                                        Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

                                                                                        BETTER THAN YOU (2022)

                                                                                        DaBaby — Lyrics
                                                                                        Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

                                                                                        YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                                        Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                                        DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                                        “Creeper”

                                                                                        [DaBaby:]
                                                                                        Oh, oh
                                                                                        Oh, oh (Paco Black)
                                                                                        Oh
                                                                                        (Ayy, get that baby off the street)

                                                                                        A couple days ago I fucked a fan
                                                                                        We had a one night stand, I never even asked her her name
                                                                                        And it’s even more fucked up, she got a man
                                                                                        That lame-ass nigga think she loyal, nigga don’t know a thing

                                                                                        But she’s a creeper (Woah)
                                                                                        I be fuckin’ her like a dog, leavin’ on my sneakers (Yeah)
                                                                                        Pullin’ up, droppin’ them drawers every time we link up
                                                                                        Fuckin’ up your weave, baby, get on your knees
                                                                                        I be fuckin’ on her like it’s “Fuck the police” (Let’s go, vroom)

                                                                                        2021, no keys, everything I drive, I speed (Yeah, yeah)
                                                                                        Beat the apple like Adam and Eve, I won’t be mad if she leaves (Let’s go)
                                                                                        They askin’ me why I ball hog, I’m tryna get us a ring (Yeah)
                                                                                        She keep that lil’ pussy bald, I call that bitch Mr. Clean (Ayy)
                                                                                        Fuckin’ me the worst way with it, I’ma spell my first name in it (Go)
                                                                                        Like J-O-N-A-T-H-A-N, you fuckin’ and I quit playin’
                                                                                        Make that pussy fly to me (Fyoom), she get on a plane for it
                                                                                        All these hoes wanna fuck right now for free (Free)
                                                                                        So you know I ain’t payin’ for it
                                                                                        Make her pull up once a month and give it to her (Give it to her)
                                                                                        And put her out like the landlord
                                                                                        And send her right back to her man, hah (Huh)
                                                                                        I hope that you understand, Lord
                                                                                        Ice cold nigga livin’ life with no feelings (Yeah)
                                                                                        I just fucked a fan the other day, it was terrific

                                                                                        A couple days ago I fucked a fan (Yeah, yeah)
                                                                                        We had a one night stand, I never even asked her her name (Never even asked for her name)
                                                                                        And it’s even more fucked up, she got a man
                                                                                        That lame-ass nigga think she loyal, nigga don’t know a thing

                                                                                        [DaBaby (YoungBoy Never Broke Again):]
                                                                                        But she’s a creeper (Woah)
                                                                                        I be fuckin’ her like a dog, leavin’ on my sneakers (Yeah)
                                                                                        Pullin’ up, droppin’ them drawers every time we link up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
                                                                                        Fuckin’ up your weave (Go), baby, get on your knees
                                                                                        I be fuckin’ on her like it’s “Fuck the police” (Woo, woo, woo)

                                                                                        [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                                                                                        I be doin’ her bad, like “Fuck the police”
                                                                                        She let me hit twice, now when she see me, she don’t speak
                                                                                        I got with her friend in a week
                                                                                        I be uppin’ the price on everything, she ain’t cheap
                                                                                        Like, what you in need for?
                                                                                        She know that I won’t need to find a new one, I might leave her
                                                                                        She can’t call me a cheater
                                                                                        Fuck her with my chains on and in my sneakers, oh yeah
                                                                                        Tryna settle down, I took her out the bleachers (Oh yeah)
                                                                                        She be actin’ evil, I jump the cannon like Knievel
                                                                                        Ease your mind and smoke this reefer
                                                                                        I take time off for the teachin’
                                                                                        How to get that money, keep from goin’ under
                                                                                        Fuck the moment up
                                                                                        Ain’t the one controllin’ us, baby, you ain’t wrong or nothin’
                                                                                        She be actin’ freaky, press that button and I’ma fold you up
                                                                                        Lock on her like some semen
                                                                                        Once I pound her, she can’t run for nothin’

                                                                                        [DaBaby (YoungBoy Never Broke Again):]
                                                                                        A couple days ago I fucked a fan (Yeah, mm, mm)
                                                                                        We had a one night stand, I never even asked her her name (Never even asked for her name)
                                                                                        And it’s even more fucked up, she got a man (Mm, mm)
                                                                                        That lame-ass nigga think she loyal, nigga don’t know a thing

                                                                                        But she’s a creeper (Woah, ooh, ooh)
                                                                                        I be fuckin’ her like a dog, leavin’ on my sneakers (Yeah)
                                                                                        Pullin’ up, droppin’ them drawers every time we link up
                                                                                        Fuckin’ up your weave, baby, get on your knees (Ooh, ooh)
                                                                                        I be fuckin’ on her like it’s “Fuck the police” (Go)

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                                                                                          Songwriter (s): DaBaby, YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                                          Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, known professionally as DaBaby, is an American rapper. After releasing several mixtapes between 2014 and 2018, he rose to mainstream prominence in 2019.
                                                                                          Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

                                                                                          BETTER THAN YOU (2022)

                                                                                          DaBaby — Lyrics
                                                                                          Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

                                                                                          YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                                          Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                                          DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                                          “Head Off”

                                                                                          I need a hunnid on hunnid on hunnid

                                                                                          Get that money had these niggas rapping with head off
                                                                                          Get to that money can’t settle for nothing need a hunnid on hunnid on hunnid
                                                                                          Can’t take no days off I get that money and then I head off
                                                                                          Stacking that shit I won’t never go under I’ma get it forever
                                                                                          They know how I’m coming

                                                                                          Patek Balenciaga brand new choppa and that Cullinan
                                                                                          Turned up in yo region with my partners they say [?]
                                                                                          You got that boy you know how hit it they crying now
                                                                                          With a whole lot of talk [?]
                                                                                          Running it up he been turning em up and he ready for war
                                                                                          He doing what all of these niggas
                                                                                          Fuck these niggas keep that pistol hit and take his head off
                                                                                          I got the game from my momma stay chasing them commas
                                                                                          I’ma get me a hunnid then I’m heading out
                                                                                          Shawty thick with that ass but I’m feeling her mouth
                                                                                          Take the plate out that car hope the window come out
                                                                                          Talking shit so a nigga aim straight for his mouth
                                                                                          I done went to Utah and aimed straight for they mouth
                                                                                          I went tatted that diamond on top of my face
                                                                                          Use a razor to break up that heart on that plate
                                                                                          Microwave or the stove do it either way
                                                                                          Put on my meds and I seized the place
                                                                                          Smoking joints back to back I don’t need the vape
                                                                                          Talking crazy I say ion need ya baby
                                                                                          Need a hunnind on hunnid ion see that shit funny
                                                                                          Only set leave behind me I’m raising em right
                                                                                          Patek to tall that bracelet [?]
                                                                                          Get the jeweller I tell him to emerald my chain
                                                                                          His name in the vein
                                                                                          He coming from kicking in doors and selling that cane
                                                                                          Righthand went to jail then everything changed
                                                                                          Quit it then I went straight to the stage
                                                                                          These niggas ain’t equal can’t step in my lane
                                                                                          I’ma stack it forever then get out the game

                                                                                          Get that money had these niggas rapping with head off
                                                                                          Get to that money can’t settle for nothing need a hunnid on hunnid on hunnid
                                                                                          Can’t take no days off I get that money and then I head off
                                                                                          Stacking that shit I won’t never go under I’ma get it forever
                                                                                          They know how I’m coming

                                                                                          Taking my time with this shit
                                                                                          Couple trials and tribulations came and them fuck niggas thought it was it
                                                                                          Let’s go
                                                                                          You know I’m as raw as it get nigga
                                                                                          I’m talking bout all that lil shit that these rap niggas cap about quit nigga
                                                                                          Ya’ll the one made the people think Baby to gangsta
                                                                                          It ain’t that these niggas just bitch niggas
                                                                                          Calm that shit down it ain’t never that serious
                                                                                          Moving on me like I ain’t a rich nigga
                                                                                          I got bored and went yellow for years
                                                                                          Pull that hoe up right now on ya bitch nigga
                                                                                          Used to wear Filas
                                                                                          Play with that pussy no meow
                                                                                          Like let it go bitch ass nigga
                                                                                          Got baby girl fucking with me now
                                                                                          Listen to me how
                                                                                          I leave the hoe ion need her it’s fuck her
                                                                                          But she don’t do that to me he a sucker
                                                                                          Since a youngin I got me some money
                                                                                          Yes since a lil one I new how to hustle
                                                                                          I see how you niggas work out every day
                                                                                          Baby strong ass what to do with that muscle keep going
                                                                                          She thick and on me got her a nigga so don’t gotta tell ya old dude don’t know nothing
                                                                                          It’s something about her ain’t feeling that
                                                                                          I came for a hunnid million for my daughters I still gotta give em that
                                                                                          I really don’t fuck with the internet
                                                                                          All that lil fuck nigga talk now look at him die
                                                                                          Put him in a coffin staying with my blickie
                                                                                          Gotta keep it with me pretty white bitches say a nigga awesome

                                                                                          Get that money had these niggas rapping with head off
                                                                                          Get to that money can’t settle for nothing need a hunnid on hunnid on hunnid
                                                                                          Can’t take no days off I get that money and then I head off
                                                                                          Stacking that shit I won’t never go under I’ma get it forever
                                                                                          They know how I’m coming

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                                                                                            Songwriter (s): DaBaby, YoungBoy NBA

                                                                                            Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, known professionally as DaBaby, is an American rapper. After releasing several mixtapes between 2014 and 2018, he rose to mainstream prominence in 2019.
                                                                                            Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

                                                                                            BETTER THAN YOU (2022)

                                                                                            DaBaby — Lyrics
                                                                                            Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

                                                                                            YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                                            Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                                            DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                                            “Bestie”

                                                                                            [DaBaby:]
                                                                                            Yeah, both of ’em bad, saditty (Yeah)
                                                                                            Shakin’ their ass and titties (Go)
                                                                                            No, I’m not needin’ a pass for cities
                                                                                            I’m in the V with a blammer with me
                                                                                            Monique got some shit she playin’ in the whip
                                                                                            TT just went and got some brand new hair (Let’s go)
                                                                                            I know I had them fire hoes mad at me
                                                                                            But you can’t turn this bitch up without Baby, I got ’em like
                                                                                            She wanna link with her bestie and turn up (Let’s go)
                                                                                            Wanna link with her bestie and turn up
                                                                                            Some of ’em got that ass and all of ’em pretty

                                                                                            [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
                                                                                            Got that bag and all saditty
                                                                                            She told me, “Just hit me,” I come to her city
                                                                                            I’m tryna go shoppin’, I’m bringin’ her with me
                                                                                            In my cup, pour that purple, she fuck with the Henny
                                                                                            Party, I’m spinnin’ the bottle with bitches
                                                                                            Freaky, I’m fuckin’ with all of these women
                                                                                            I’m tweakin’, I’m givin’ ’em all of them Xannies
                                                                                            She wanna take her a pic’ on her iPhone
                                                                                            Can’t get in it, I never once hit it
                                                                                            You know how these people be think
                                                                                            We can stay as just friends, they gon’ say that we fuck around
                                                                                            At the loft, hit her up ‘fore I lay it down
                                                                                            Uber Eat, I’m too high, gotta bring it down
                                                                                            We gon’ smoke out the pound, gotta break it down
                                                                                            I wake up and get dressed, then I run it up
                                                                                            And I brought her a bitch, you won’t come in here
                                                                                            Don’t tell me no when I’m motherfuckin’ talkin’ to her
                                                                                            Fuck around, I get mad and I bat you up
                                                                                            Took a right from my ex, I’m a vet’, had to snatch up
                                                                                            Had to look at the calendar
                                                                                            Twenty Ms and nigga, I think I ain’t rich enough
                                                                                            Two Ms in real estate, gotta buy me some more
                                                                                            I be buildin’ my listin’ up
                                                                                            Late night with the baddest bitches
                                                                                            They all can get it, a hunnid percent if I’m feelin’ her

                                                                                            [DaBaby:]
                                                                                            Yeah, both of ’em bad, saditty (Yeah)
                                                                                            Shakin’ their ass and titties (Go)
                                                                                            No, I’m not needin’ a pass for cities
                                                                                            I’m in the V with a blammer with me
                                                                                            Monique got some shit she playin’ in the whip
                                                                                            TT just went and got some brand new hair (Let’s go)
                                                                                            I know I had them fire hoes mad at me
                                                                                            But you can’t turn this bitch up without Baby, I got ’em like

                                                                                            I like ’em nasty, bougie, ratchet (Yeah, nasty)
                                                                                            Bitch better on top
                                                                                            I know she ain’t fuckin’, I ain’t even finna ask her (Nah, nigga, fuck that)
                                                                                            Got me sittin’ in the car
                                                                                            All this goddamn ice on, hittin’ in the dark
                                                                                            Big pretty-ass whip, don’t make no sense
                                                                                            Gotta have somebody hop out to put the bitch in park (Hah, damn)
                                                                                            I can’t lie, I be doin’ too much
                                                                                            You caught me in the room, you a fuck
                                                                                            Keep it real, don’t you lie to me, baby (Keep it real)
                                                                                            But that’s only if I’m in the mood
                                                                                            Shit, I feel her legs through the day
                                                                                            I think one of ’em be borin’ so I’ma need two
                                                                                            Bitches on me and that stick
                                                                                            Got both hoes lickin’ on me and it’s lit, goin’ Baby like, yeah

                                                                                            Yeah, both of ’em bad, saditty (Bitch)
                                                                                            Shakin’ their ass and titties (Go)
                                                                                            No, I’m not needin’ a pass for cities (Yeah)
                                                                                            I’m in the V with a blammer with me
                                                                                            Monique got some shit she playin’ in the whip
                                                                                            TT just went and got some brand new hair (TT, go, go)
                                                                                            I know I had them fire hoes mad at me (Go)
                                                                                            But you can’t turn this bitch up without Baby, I got ’em like (Go, go, go)

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                                                                                              Songwriter (s): DaBaby, YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                                              Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, known professionally as DaBaby, is an American rapper. After releasing several mixtapes between 2014 and 2018, he rose to mainstream prominence in 2019.
                                                                                              Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 

                                                                                              BETTER THAN YOU (2022)

                                                                                              DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                                              “Neighborhood Superstar”

                                                                                              She like baby blue like she from Carolina
                                                                                              Ain’t foldin’ under pressure, so I had to buy diamonds
                                                                                              Ain’t talk ’bout shit on waist
                                                                                              But tell ’em, “They don’t want my problems now”
                                                                                              We gon’ double back, jump out with straps
                                                                                              Run down and pop ’em, slime
                                                                                              Ain’t goin’ for shit
                                                                                              I do too much, you can ask my mama
                                                                                              I be on everything (everything)
                                                                                              She be like, “baby, just chill” (uh)
                                                                                              I be like, “baby, shit real”
                                                                                              I look in yo’ eyes, you looked at the flo’
                                                                                              So I’m tryna know what you know, what’s the deal? (Fuck goin’ on)
                                                                                              What’s goin’ on? Nigga, do we got a problem?
                                                                                              Uppin’ on every car that pull beside me
                                                                                              Leavin’ they project full of bodies
                                                                                              I turn that beat to plenty hunnids
                                                                                              Soon as he come out then we got ’em
                                                                                              We gon’ drop em, bitch
                                                                                              I’m full of pills, I’m sorry mama
                                                                                              Them niggas slang that fire and Molly, pop it
                                                                                              I can’t squash it, it’s too much, know I gotta
                                                                                              I been with that shit, they know that
                                                                                              Got Ms, been beatin’ before that
                                                                                              5k, nigga, check my coat tag
                                                                                              Slip once, need a bitch with a toe tag
                                                                                              Drive fast, no plate on the Maybach
                                                                                              Trap house where they stash them plates at
                                                                                              Goyard, where I took my Drac’ at
                                                                                              Thick hoe, nigga, know I don’t play that
                                                                                              Let’s go, stay out the way with them cameras
                                                                                              “I just seen Baby pull up in a Phantom”
                                                                                              Almost hit, nigga hopped out with a thick bitch (yeah)
                                                                                              Must be from Atlanta
                                                                                              Fuck that, they ain’t see I hopped out with that blammer
                                                                                              They ain’t know I got in with the stick on me
                                                                                              They don’t know that this bitch right here bulletproof (Let’s go)
                                                                                              I can’t wait for a nigga to hit at me (Let’s go)
                                                                                              I really be cool as a bitch but can be rude as a bitch
                                                                                              If I get the wrong energy (yeah)
                                                                                              They know I’ll put a hoe out if I love her or not
                                                                                              It protect my lil’ energy
                                                                                              Maybe shit, Baby too real for the industry
                                                                                              Or maybe they know they never can get to me
                                                                                              Know that they know they never can finish me
                                                                                              Let off my Glizzy, I’m feelin’ a symphony, yeah
                                                                                              I’m in a ‘Burban and I got it on me
                                                                                              Three hundred thousand, just me and my homie
                                                                                              Lurkin’, we loaded all the way until the mornin’
                                                                                              Get a bad lil’ bitch so I can bone her
                                                                                              Nawf 38, posted on that corner
                                                                                              Waitin’ for opps and duckin’ cops
                                                                                              .30 on my hip and under papa house I got a hundred shots
                                                                                              Niggas spin on his block, on Dump don’t stop
                                                                                              I can bet his car get chopped
                                                                                              Let me hit from the back, say “Top”
                                                                                              Come out, turn around, then let her get on top
                                                                                              Got millions, still invest in blocks
                                                                                              We get ’em, never through the mail
                                                                                              The spot be jumpin’ like some shocks
                                                                                              No Jigga, get it on for real
                                                                                              Ain’t done with that ass, they get done for real
                                                                                              Let em talk that shit while on them pills
                                                                                              Turn down as soon he feel this steel
                                                                                              Nigga, know we do this shit, for real
                                                                                              Tryna fight, by night his top get peeled
                                                                                              In the car by one, by two, he killed
                                                                                              By four I booked and flew the jet
                                                                                              On the way LA while on a leer
                                                                                              She on me bad, so what it is?
                                                                                              Grip her body, know I got it
                                                                                              Take her home and beat her body, I be diggin’ all inside it
                                                                                              Suicidal Kamikaze, pussy shit, I don’t acknowledge
                                                                                              Jump out, runnin’ from them choppas
                                                                                              Tried to hide and then they caught me, gang
                                                                                              I leave a stain, all you hear is “Bang, bang”
                                                                                              Bitch, lay down, I run that gang
                                                                                              They know I’m the murder man
                                                                                              Don’t come around, nigga you frowned
                                                                                              Fuck around? It’s gon’ go down
                                                                                              Nigga cook that shit, ain’t a sound
                                                                                              Left nine bodies in the town
                                                                                              I left my bitch and got something new
                                                                                              Left her too, bitch I’ma hound
                                                                                              Ready to bite me a nigga (I’m a dawg)
                                                                                              I really don’t like that lil’ nigga (Baby)
                                                                                              Ooh, he a icy lil’ nigga (Go)
                                                                                              I’m in this bitch with that stick, popping shit
                                                                                              I’ma pull that bitch out before I fight me a nigga (Boom, boom)
                                                                                              I’m on vacation, I can’t get my hands on a banger
                                                                                              I fuck around, knife me a nigga
                                                                                              I fuck around, poke me a nigga
                                                                                              I fuck around, choke me a nigga
                                                                                              I fuck around, take me a lil’ nigga hoe (Yeah)
                                                                                              Put dick in her face, make her beatbox (Go)
                                                                                              Ain’t seen a thing, how he pop?
                                                                                              Fuck that, four five, got it on the cop
                                                                                              On that bullshit you niggas think that you on (let’s go)
                                                                                              Fuck around and get spanked for a song (spank)
                                                                                              Fuck around and get spinned for a diss (spinned)
                                                                                              You gon’ let ’em come in, get you killed (yeah, bitch)
                                                                                              Everyday, tryna stay out the way
                                                                                              Still adjusting to fame in this industry shit
                                                                                              Send a hit and I pay for the shit
                                                                                              I go in your shit, make you pay for that lip (keep goin’)
                                                                                              Neighborhood superstar, throwing weed in the car
                                                                                              They like, “boy, you can’t pay for that zip” (keep goin’)
                                                                                              They like, “nigga we ain’t charging you shit”
                                                                                              Baby put on for Charlotte, he lit (yeah)
                                                                                              Cold-blooded killer in the car behind me
                                                                                              With a body and a stock on the side of his stick (Boom, boom)
                                                                                              I was thinking about a body, can’t forget about the last two
                                                                                              Yeah, add another homi’ to the list
                                                                                              On the daily, got two of them bitches
                                                                                              This one a semi, this one a switch
                                                                                              Doing my dance in here, thuggin’, yeah
                                                                                              He hating for free, the nigga’s a bitch
                                                                                              I’m in here with Nina Simone
                                                                                              I made her top fast, gave her some tits
                                                                                              Pulling her hair ’til she stutter, yeah
                                                                                              Fuckin’ on her with no rubber, yeah
                                                                                              She like baby blue like she from Carolina
                                                                                              Ain’t foldin’ under pressure, so I had to buy diamonds
                                                                                              Ain’t talk ’bout shit on waist
                                                                                              But tell ’em, “They don’t want my problems now”
                                                                                              We gon’ double back, jump out with straps
                                                                                              Run down and pop ’em, slime
                                                                                              Ain’t goin’ for shit
                                                                                              I do too much, you can ask my mama
                                                                                              I be on everything (everything)
                                                                                              She be like, “baby, just chill” (uh)
                                                                                              I be like, “baby, shit real”
                                                                                              I look in yo’ eyes, you looked at the flo’
                                                                                              So I’m tryna know what you know, what’s the deal?
                                                                                              Yeah, nigga, do we got a problem?
                                                                                              Uppin’ on every car that pull beside me

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                                                                                                Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, known professionally as DaBaby, is an American rapper. After releasing several mixtapes between 2014 and 2018, he rose to mainstream prominence in 2019.

                                                                                                Better Than You (2022)

                                                                                                DaBaby — Lyrics

                                                                                                YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics

                                                                                                YoungBoy NBA Lyrics

                                                                                                “I Hate YoungBoy”

                                                                                                [Intro]
                                                                                                Say, 10
                                                                                                Let’s hear this shit, Rell (Hah, hah)
                                                                                                Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)
                                                                                                I don’t give a fuck, man, look (Nigga, yeah)

                                                                                                [Verse]
                                                                                                “YoungBoy, they gon’ kill you, you better stop dissin’ them”
                                                                                                Tell them niggas, “Fuck ’em,” and they know that I ain’t scared of them (Scared of them)
                                                                                                How you talkin’ shit when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)
                                                                                                Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain’t gon’ fuck wit’ him
                                                                                                Clean up on aisle O, youngin let that chop blow
                                                                                                Ayy, my brother let that stick blow, nigga know that’s my smoke (My smoke)
                                                                                                He called me a bitch, that’s India,that be your ho (Your ho)
                                                                                                Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul
                                                                                                Post about it, bitch, I got like thirty mill’, my mind gone
                                                                                                And I’m gon’ be rich inside my casket once my time gone
                                                                                                I’m bumpin’ Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home
                                                                                                Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should’ve known (Should’ve known)
                                                                                                My daddy tell me, “Leave it ‘lone,” but I’m like, “Man, fuck them niggas”
                                                                                                Used to fuck with Gucci ’til I seen he like them pussy niggas (Bitch)
                                                                                                Momma know I’m ruthless, talkin’ stupid, make me bust a nigga (Bust it)
                                                                                                They know I’m on house arrest so they feel like they official (Yeah, yeah)
                                                                                                Bitch, I’ll kill you, then I take your whistle,God know I don’t like you niggas (Yeah, yeah)
                                                                                                Feds wanna lock a nigga up ’cause he tote baby missiles
                                                                                                Bitch, don’t bring my baby momma up, she richer than your niggas (Rich)
                                                                                                Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get ’em
                                                                                                Set ’em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo
                                                                                                Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don’t know (Know)
                                                                                                Baby with ’em, 4PF, four poles firin’
                                                                                                Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, “Cross the line”
                                                                                                I ain’t got no fuckin’ mind, tell ’em, “Free Baba,” that’s my evil twin (My twin)
                                                                                                Youngin bouncin’ on his tippy-toes when he creepin’ in (Creepin’ in)
                                                                                                He get drug tested but still on dope,prescription came in (Came in)
                                                                                                I be turnt up with my baby mommas, I ain’t got no fuckin’ friends (Hah, hah, bow, bow)
                                                                                                He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (Bow, bow)
                                                                                                He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it’s black coated (Yeah)
                                                                                                Slidin’ in a Tesla, and he got that yay on
                                                                                                Pussy nigga dissin’ me, mad about his dead homie
                                                                                                Nigga, I’m a real Blood, and I’m screamin’, “Blatt”
                                                                                                I get free, they know where I’m at, I’m posted ‘cross that track (Cross that)
                                                                                                Starr don’t wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (Whacked)
                                                                                                Board the jet, you know I’m flyin’ off, I land, I’m smokin’ thrax
                                                                                                Where you at? Your security, they get bust at too (Bust at too)
                                                                                                I don’t give no fuck about this rap shit, I’ll bust at you (I’ll bust at you)
                                                                                                Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (He a bitch)
                                                                                                Tell him sit on side your cousin momma while that bitch grieve too (Hah, hah)
                                                                                                And that lil’ bitch, she say, “4L,” huh? I say, “Heads or tails, slime”
                                                                                                Tell ’em, “Kill YoungBoy,” all of y’all gon’ fuckin’ fail, hah (Woah)
                                                                                                Let me check my mail, five, fifteen mills, just for the slime (Woah)
                                                                                                Stomp him in his fuckin’ face, I left him with my Nike sign (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
                                                                                                Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I’m big slime (Big slime)
                                                                                                Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I’m ’bout mine (‘Bout mine)
                                                                                                Don’t know nothin’ but slang iron, ain’t respondin’no more
                                                                                                I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (Ha-ha)
                                                                                                You know where I stay, don’t let me find your home (Don’t let me find you, fuck you)
                                                                                                They don’t let me see my daughter from the time I’m on (Bitch, boom, boom)
                                                                                                Hear that blicky sound, that’s the Dada tone
                                                                                                Feel like Boosie don’t even like me, bitch, don’t call my phone (Fuck you)
                                                                                                Tell Apple I said, “Fuck ’em,” they promote his song (Say, 10, fuck you)
                                                                                                They be hatin’ on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (Fuck you)
                                                                                                YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin’, don’t react no more (Horrid, run it up, fuck you)
                                                                                                You fuck with them, don’t fuck with me and that’s just how that go
                                                                                                When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope
                                                                                                Chinese Kitty don’t wanna be my girl, she like them folks (Them)
                                                                                                Momma told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, “No”
                                                                                                Sarah Snyder always think I’m trippin’ ’cause I’m real slow
                                                                                                Hold on, I ain’t even, I ain’t even rappin’, Jason (Hold on, hah, hah)
                                                                                                I’m really just, I’m really just lettin’ these niggas know it’s, “Fuck them”
                                                                                                You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die
                                                                                                YoungBoy, I been thuggin’, I been slime, I ain’t scared to die
                                                                                                I don’t fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)
                                                                                                I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (That be him)
                                                                                                I be on repeat, waitin’ on them just for to trip
                                                                                                Fuck the whole industry, they know, don’t try to get at him

                                                                                                [Outro]
                                                                                                Hah, yeah, it’s 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg
                                                                                                We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wanna do it?
                                                                                                You already know what I say, nigga, who gon’ die today?
                                                                                                Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?
                                                                                                Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don’t like YoungBoy
                                                                                                I guarantee you can’t say not one thing YoungBoy did to these hoe-ass niggas
                                                                                                These bitch-ass niggas be hatin’, you heard me? I ain’t trippin’ these fuck-ass niggas
                                                                                                These fuck-ass niggas gon’ catch it, you heard me? They gon’ catch it
                                                                                                These gon’ catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that
                                                                                                You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?
                                                                                                We gon’ bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah
                                                                                                And I don’t fuck with you niggas, believe that
                                                                                                (YoungBoy, they gon’ kill you, you better stop dissin’ them
                                                                                                Tell them niggas, “Fuck ’em,” man, they know that I ain’t scared of them
                                                                                                How you talkin’ shit when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem?
                                                                                                Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain’t gon’ fuck wit’ him)

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                                                                                                  Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                                                  On “I Hate YoungBoy,” YoungBoy Never Broke Again goes on the offensive against Lil Durk and many of those affiliated with him, from Apple Music to Gucci Mane.
                                                                                                  The track is a same-day response to Durk’s “AHHH HA,” which features disses at YoungBoy, his child’s mother, and his 4K Trey crew. The escalating beef between the two artists largely stems from the death of Durk’s label signee and close friend, King Von, on November 6th of 2020. Von was killed after an altercation with Quando Rondo (a signee to YoungBoy’s Never Broke Again label) and Quando’s friend Lul Timm led to shots being fired
                                                                                                  YoungBoy calls out Durk directly and asserts that he is not afraid of any threats or attempts against his life. He tells those who don’t support him fully to pick a side of the beef and live with the consequences of their decision or indecision.
                                                                                                  Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records. 
                                                                                                  project: The Last Slimeto (2022)
                                                                                                  YoungBoy Never Broke Again 4KT Baby 
                                                                                                  Holy 
                                                                                                  Nightfall 
                                                                                                  Ghost 
                                                                                                  Wagwan 
                                                                                                  Acclaimed Emotions 
                                                                                                  Loner Life 
                                                                                                  The North Bleeding 
                                                                                                  Proud Of Myself 
                                                                                                  Goals

                                                                                                  YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics
                                                                                                  Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

                                                                                                  2 Chainz Lyrics

                                                                                                  “10 Bracelets”
                                                                                                  this track features YoungBoy Never Broke Again

                                                                                                  (Buddah Bless this beat)
                                                                                                  Yeah

                                                                                                  More whips then Kunta Kinte
                                                                                                  Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente
                                                                                                  Put the boxing gloves on show you how to beat cases
                                                                                                  If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it
                                                                                                  Arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets
                                                                                                  I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, arm filled with 10 bracelets
                                                                                                  I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

                                                                                                  Hold up, hold up, she basic money stuffed in briefcases
                                                                                                  Oodle beat I creamate it I did the hook Kareem ain’t it
                                                                                                  Michael mirie jeans and the pussy made me feen lately
                                                                                                  I just bought a team nigga rest in peace to fiend nigga
                                                                                                  Niggas ain’t sippin on drank, sippin listerine nigga
                                                                                                  Pockets are 380 but this shit came with a beam nigga
                                                                                                  Straight from ATL
                                                                                                  World call me 2 Chainz
                                                                                                  Own my own restaurant I’on even buy food
                                                                                                  Own my own weed I’on even buy gas
                                                                                                  Got my own bitch I’on even buy ass
                                                                                                  Got the pain on me and I got it in the stash
                                                                                                  Bought my shooter neosporin his index finger gotta rash

                                                                                                  More whips then Kunta Kenta
                                                                                                  Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente
                                                                                                  Put the boxing gloves on show you how to beat cases
                                                                                                  If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it
                                                                                                  Arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets
                                                                                                  I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, arm filled with 10 bracelets
                                                                                                  I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

                                                                                                  Switched the plans ship sinking, dead friends Ben Franklin
                                                                                                  Pour an extra 4 young nigga man that shit dangerous
                                                                                                  Doing the dash while I’m Switchin lanes money what I’m thinkin’
                                                                                                  Got different fantasies just spent 60 thousand just for one painting
                                                                                                  Money tall now it won’t fold up, it was small now its all grown up
                                                                                                  Ion like the conversation, fuck relations, hang the phone up
                                                                                                  Except for the ones I love I ain’t never pick the phone up
                                                                                                  Petty pain I found the shine and switched the tone up
                                                                                                  This is the life what’s good don’t reimburse me
                                                                                                  I be givin’ everything back that she gave then left me hurtin’
                                                                                                  And I know it ain’t right, everything certain
                                                                                                  Just like everything jump in the Maybach close the curtains

                                                                                                  More whips then kunta Kinte
                                                                                                  Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente
                                                                                                  Put the boxing gloves on show you how to beat cases
                                                                                                  If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it
                                                                                                  Arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets
                                                                                                  I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, arm filled with 10 bracelets
                                                                                                  I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

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                                                                                                    Songwriter(s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again, 2 Chainz

                                                                                                    Tauheed K. Epps, known professionally as 2 Chainz, is an American rapper. Born and raised in College Park, Georgia, he initially gained recognition for being one-half of the Southern hip hop duo Playaz Circle, alongside his longtime friend and fellow rapper Earl "Dolla Boy" Conyers

                                                                                                    Dope Don’t Sell Itself (2022)

                                                                                                    2 Chainz – Bet It Back Lyrics

                                                                                                    Shorty spin your block like a vinyl (Vinyl)
                                                                                                    Shout out my cause, he a Piru (Tell ’em)
                                                                                                    Shawty got a buzz off mascoto
                                                                                                    Pussy so good hit the lotto (Lotto)

                                                                                                    2 Chainz – Pop Music Lyrics

                                                                                                    Drop it for me than pop it on me
                                                                                                    I’m big bad Mr. Money, want profit only
                                                                                                    Say she just like dance, but as she twerkin’, she a stripper lowkey

                                                                                                    2 Chainz – Outstanding Lyrics

                                                                                                    Gotta go get me a rari, mhmm
                                                                                                    “You hire a bitch to perform in Mhmm
                                                                                                    I had to go trap in the morning, mhmm
                                                                                                    “Seen that man I’m tourin” mhm

                                                                                                    2 Chainz – Kingpen Ghostwriter Lyrics

                                                                                                    Too hard, you know how I play it
                                                                                                    I don’t gotta tell ’em, they know what I’m sayin’
                                                                                                    5 mill in blue, let them know I ain’t playin’
                                                                                                    Back in the ‘Bach gettin’ head while I lay there

                                                                                                    2 Chainz – Neighbors Know My Name Lyrics

                                                                                                    I bet the neighbors know my name, they call me “oh fuck, oh shit”
                                                                                                    From my hotel suite you see the ocean, ocean
                                                                                                    Put her on the forty-two, I had her posin’, posin’
                                                                                                    I’ma leave the door unlocked in case her close friend walk in

                                                                                                    2 Chainz – Million Dollars Worth Of Game Lyrics

                                                                                                    Let him play crazy, he’ll die in this bitch
                                                                                                    4s over 5s, and 6s still over 9s
                                                                                                    R.I.P. to Rob, now I’m trippin’ for the gas
                                                                                                    Rolls for the winter, then I’ll prolly give it back

                                                                                                    2 Chainz – Free B.G. Lyrics

                                                                                                    Hot boy talkin’ ’bout free B.G.
                                                                                                    Hot boy bought some P’s off of PPP
                                                                                                    Hot boy doin’ donuts down the street
                                                                                                    Hot boy say the other niggas supposed to bleed

                                                                                                    2 Chainz – Caymans Lyrics

                                                                                                    Basically what I’m saying though, if you got something that people wanna see, wanna be a part of
                                                                                                    You need to use that to take care of you and yours, can’t be out here struggling

                                                                                                    2 Chainz – Lost Kings Lyrics

                                                                                                    And I’m like, how the hell a nigga pose to breathe
                                                                                                    If all they do is kill off all the kings?
                                                                                                    Every other night a different murder scene
                                                                                                    Every other night a different murder scene

                                                                                                    2 Chainz – Vlad TV Lyrics

                                                                                                    I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself
                                                                                                    Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain’t gon’ sell itself
                                                                                                    Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain’t gon’ sell itself

                                                                                                    2 Chainz – If You Want Me To Lyrics

                                                                                                    Finger in pussy, I smoke a dooby and switch lanes
                                                                                                    Hair Weave Killer, I had to pay for her new braids
                                                                                                    Phrase of the day, “Get money, don’t hate”
                                                                                                    You got the same twenty-four hours I got, why wait?
                                                                                                    She wanna go on a date, so I took her to Cabo

                                                                                                    YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Lyrics

                                                                                                    YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

                                                                                                    “Bring The Hook”

                                                                                                    [Intro]
                                                                                                    Any last words?
                                                                                                    It’s a murder business
                                                                                                    Yeah (D-Roc)

                                                                                                    [Verse 1]
                                                                                                    This gun was bought just for to kill niggas
                                                                                                    (What you on 4? You already know how we get down)
                                                                                                    We be them motherfuckin’ gravediggers
                                                                                                    Pallbearers bring your body to the grave
                                                                                                    We leave him slayed, nigga
                                                                                                    It ain’t a open case, we left his motherfuckin’ brain missin’
                                                                                                    Hold on, diamond chains, we leave a stain
                                                                                                    Shawty just wan’ give me brain
                                                                                                    Slidin’ in that fast thing, nigga know I blew the brains
                                                                                                    Shawty tryna sell me things, know I want the whole thing
                                                                                                    Know my brother sell that boy, if not heroine it’s pure cocaine
                                                                                                    Know wе distributors
                                                                                                    Them hollows, you can smell it through the city, wе pollutin’
                                                                                                    Don’t aim it, you just shoot it
                                                                                                    Like Chief Sosa say, “Better get your ass up outta here, Juwanna Mann”
                                                                                                    Text him through the night and through the day
                                                                                                    That be my fuckin’ man
                                                                                                    Bronem swing that, left out stains
                                                                                                    He in Miami and he hidin’ from this murder gang
                                                                                                    The feds know my name, they tryna lock me up in chains
                                                                                                    The homicide detectives say Kentrell to fuckin’ blame
                                                                                                    We leave out teddy bears right there where he bleed at
                                                                                                    She sent the text, ain’t read that
                                                                                                    I been in here with Jaz, count that bag, bitch, believe that
                                                                                                    That Jag’ matte black, bet soon as you see it, better run from that
                                                                                                    We aimin’ with them straps to leave you clapped right where we see you at
                                                                                                    Hold on, swang that cutta, hold on, know it got a kick back
                                                                                                    Youngin’ weighed a hunnid pounds, know he can’t control that
                                                                                                    Run up on me, it’s gon’ go down, you know that I’ma blow that
                                                                                                    Utah with a lot of pounds with me, where your ho at
                                                                                                    [Chorus]
                                                                                                    Fuck it, bring the hook
                                                                                                    Kill that nigga, think he saw a gremlin how his body shook
                                                                                                    With that stick, that be my fishin’ pole, another opp got hooked
                                                                                                    I see souls, I’m with my kids
                                                                                                    Get them fuckin’ bodies outta here
                                                                                                    I got locked inside the penn’, but now I’m out
                                                                                                    Bitch, this Don Dada year
                                                                                                    Spotted, then we followed him
                                                                                                    Call that boy a dead man, name that boy Rudolph
                                                                                                    When he see that red beam, headshot, that’s a skully scene
                                                                                                    Lil Dee, that’s my cousin, man
                                                                                                    Know that he don’t give no fuck, he aimin’ for the head, man

                                                                                                    [Verse 2]
                                                                                                    Nigga, this that Squid Game, O’Block pack get rolled up
                                                                                                    Murder what they told us, Atlanta boy get fold up
                                                                                                    Nigga get your hoes up, these bitches throwin’ up green flags
                                                                                                    Throwin’ that NBA up, for me, set you up to bust your ass
                                                                                                    And know I keep that murder bag
                                                                                                    Right on him, leave a toe tag
                                                                                                    Inside the freezer, where them people put ’em ‘fore they stitch his ass
                                                                                                    No glitchin’, better not freeze up before a nigga blitz his ass
                                                                                                    Brra-baow-baow, flip his ass (Haha)
                                                                                                    Northside, nigga know that’s my side
                                                                                                    Utah, come here bitch, get hogtied, another died
                                                                                                    Oh Lord, man this nigga crazy, he do not respect them boys
                                                                                                    He don’t give a fuck, he check up off the list, they squad
                                                                                                    He pray to the Devil, then that nigga pray to God
                                                                                                    Say he got on face paint and his nigga paid for it
                                                                                                    Say my name, get slayed for it
                                                                                                    I ain’t playin’ with your hoe-ass nigga
                                                                                                    You know I’m comin’ anywhere
                                                                                                    Like, “Why the fuck you say that nigga?”
                                                                                                    You know I’m dyin’ anywhere, I bet they say I blew my pistol
                                                                                                    I bet they say I took one with me
                                                                                                    Lil AI TOP, I’m too official
                                                                                                    You should not play with gravediggers
                                                                                                    You know them pallbearers ship ’em
                                                                                                    You know I pull off plenty killings
                                                                                                    You know that we keep plenty pistols

                                                                                                    [Chorus]
                                                                                                    Fuck it, bring the hook
                                                                                                    Kill that nigga, think he saw a gremlin how his body shook
                                                                                                    With that stick, that be my fishin’ pole, another opp got hooked
                                                                                                    I see souls, I’m with my kids
                                                                                                    Get them fuckin’ bodies outta here
                                                                                                    I got locked inside the penn’, but now I’m out
                                                                                                    Bitch, this the DaDa year
                                                                                                    Spotted, then we followed him
                                                                                                    Call that boy a dead man, name that boy Rudolph
                                                                                                    When he see that red beam, headshot, that’s a skully scene
                                                                                                    Lil Dee, that’s my cousin, man
                                                                                                    Know that he don’t give no fuck, he aimin’ for the head, man

                                                                                                    [Verse 3]
                                                                                                    Mortician coat on, I’m doin’ surgeries on his body
                                                                                                    It been so long, they been sayin’ they gon’ pop my noggin
                                                                                                    Run up on me then I cock it
                                                                                                    In front the crowd then I pop it
                                                                                                    Know I want smoke with anybody, no, the label can not stop it
                                                                                                    Northside with a sawed-off shotty
                                                                                                    Nigga, you don’t want these problems
                                                                                                    Must don’t want your fuckin life
                                                                                                    You steady talkin’ like you ’bout it
                                                                                                    I’m with these demons day and night
                                                                                                    And you know that be my closest partner
                                                                                                    Don’t trust YoungBoy, ’cause he ain’t right
                                                                                                    You jokin’, he gon’ kill you ’bout it
                                                                                                    Squeeze that Glock as soon as he sighted
                                                                                                    Nigga stop that fuckin’ talkin’
                                                                                                    Split that boy while on a bike
                                                                                                    Or catch him while he fuckin’ walkin’
                                                                                                    Live this shit, that’s why I talk it
                                                                                                    I’m fly, you know that Ima hawk ’em
                                                                                                    Make them people outline chalk ’em

                                                                                                    [Chorus]
                                                                                                    Fuck it, bring the hook
                                                                                                    Kill that nigga, think he saw a gremlin how his body shook
                                                                                                    With that stick, that be my fishin’ pole, another opp got hooked
                                                                                                    I see souls, I’m with my kids
                                                                                                    Get them fuckin’ bodies out of here
                                                                                                    I got locked inside the penn’, but now I’m out
                                                                                                    Bitch, this the DaDa year
                                                                                                    Spotted, then we followed him
                                                                                                    Call that boy a dead man, name that boy Rudolph
                                                                                                    When he see that red beam, headshot, that’s a skully scene
                                                                                                    Lil Dee, that’s my cousin, man
                                                                                                    Know that he don’t give no fuck, he aimin’ for the head, man

                                                                                                    [Outro]
                                                                                                    You already know though
                                                                                                    You already know
                                                                                                    Nigga
                                                                                                    Lil Dee, that be my—
                                                                                                    That bi’h skully nigga, that bi’h skully (Ha-ha)
                                                                                                    I’m high as a muthafucker
                                                                                                    He gon’ pop ya’ noggin’

                                                                                                      ✍️ Correct Lyrics


                                                                                                      “Bring The Hook” is a single for NBA YoungBoy’s mixtape Colors, which was set to release on January 14th, 2022, but was delayed.
                                                                                                      The song consists of YoungBoy talking about the street lifestyle associated with his crew. Throughout the song he makes references to O-Block and a direct diss towards King Von.

                                                                                                      Colors (2022)

                                                                                                      Kwon Eun-bi (권은비) – Colors Lyrics

                                                                                                      Nal gakkeumssik garomakdeon heodeul
                                                                                                      Ppareun georeumui eotteon ideul
                                                                                                      Chorahage neukkyeojil ttae saenggakae
                                                                                                      Namanui saekkkallo binnaneun geol


                                                                                                      Writer(s): Jason Goldberg, D-Roc, LondnBlue, Lastwordbeats, Karltin Bankz & YoungBoy Never Broke Again
                                                                                                      Artist(s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again
                                                                                                      Album: Colors