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YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Ayo, Ran, turn that up) I've been I don't even know when I'm doin' good You go, you leave if you want to Misguide me usin' your body (ooh) You know I'm lovin' you (what you feelin' like?) What that do? I wan' see you, I'm like, "I wanna see you too" Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too I'm a shotta, millions of dollars, how you get me glued to you? Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue Beggin' me to say the truth, I can't explain without no proof So much shit I had to face, I'm up to date, I made it through He dirty, worked him with that K 'cause he got paid that's so cool My mind feel chained, heart up in flames Soul full of pain, along the way, a lonely go Christ is the chain, got the crowd sayin' my name There's a new Maybach truck over there ten times I ain't drove, I'm sold That's my childhood friend named named Mel on the phone Right now he fucked up tellin' me to hold it down I'm all alone, he got a disease inside his body, I'm tryna pay for to get it gone I'm never sleep when he asleep, soon as he call, pick up the phone Life sticked me deep inside the streets, duckin' bullets, runnin' home Long range shots fired, I learned to return with my first chrome You knockin' on my window, Mel, I miss granddaddy home She ain't stick with me on the come-up, but now she with me that I'm on You go, you leave if you want to Misguide me usin' your body You got me, oh You know I'm lovin' you (what you feelin' like?) What that do? I wan' see you, I'm like, "I wanna see you too" Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too I'm a shotta, millions of dollars, how you get me glued to you? Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue Beggin' me to say the truth, I can't explain without no proof Sporsinator, terminator, swing with the God, come out the roof I bleed the block, I be the truth, am who I'm not 'til my shit blue Is who I'm are, I'm not who they say I'm is, I'm this way until the day I'm killed Tryna save up thirty dollars to thirty mil', oh, yeah, my God real I ain't had my rod, they wet up my whole car, duck from a line of steel This ain't no façade, as a child, I had it hard, as a man, I shed tears In my daughter eyes, I see her future, fell out of love, now I beef with Cupid She don't know how to love, she think I'm stupid (nah, for real), bitch This my girl, what I say, she do it, with a girl who I met out when tourin' Skippin' school, gotta run from truant, victim to the streets, he murder shit He took off, tried to run, I had a clear shot where the hurdle went Tried diggin' from that Altima, he heard that thirty spit Fell in love with her in middle school, but my nigga took the bitch She wanna go, we tear apart, she ain't cut for this You go, you leave if you want to Misguide me usin' your body You got me, oh You know I'm lovin' you (what you feelin' like?) What that do? I wan' see you, I'm like, "I wanna see you too" Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too I'm a shotta, millions of dollars, how you get me glued to you? Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue Beggin' me to say the truth, I can't explain without no proof I can't explain without no proof Can't do no controllin' you

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Christoffer Buchardt Marcussen, Francis Lopez Varela, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Randy De Boer, Yuval Chain

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The Last Slimeto

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Never Broke Again, LLC

Release Date

August 3, 2022

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