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Win Your Love

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Mommy, India got the beats) I just flew the private out to LA, come and meet me (come and meet me) And once you land, you better be glad to see me (glad to see me) Why you can't jump on top of me? I don't wan' hear nan' reason (nan' reason) This brand-new ring make me feel like I won a whole season You supposed to make me feel like a king without it on Brand new Chanel, put it on Ayy, fuck that (ayy, put it on) You gon' make me go buy a new G-Wagon for your fine ass f******ur friends, you better be in 'fore I get home, oh Mm, mm, hittin' it from behind, in your spine, take that, yeah We went plenty of times in the ride Fuck these skeezers, she gon' ride like my guys (she in there with who?) Pullin' up, bitch, you in here, come outside Pack your bags, we gon' board the G5 I'm tryna join the mile high club, just you and me Thank most high I got a girl to take me from the streets You the one I want, baby, you the one I need Steady tryna win over your love It could get violent, I don't mind bein' in trouble Your love been leavin' behind cold-blooded bodies Please don't murder me for tryin', yeah You can't fit them jeans on, I can't quit that lean, though Pull up in that four-door, jump out, stand tall, Akeem, hoe Baby girl, you know just what that ring for, yeah, yeah Hood nigga tryna impress, pull up at Kinkos, yeah, yeah Nigga get shot down if he run up on this Rolls, yeah, yeah My bae inside of here, it was self-defense, officer My name so fucked up 'cause these hoes, what can I offer her? Tell you I'm done, then double back and catch me callin' her (brrt) I'm outside, nah, I know you heard me knockin' at this front door (I was in the shower) I don't care 'bout what you doin', f******u takin' long for? Come here, give me a kiss, no, fuck that shit, how you been? You'll be with me to the end, that's what the fuck they don't know Steady tryna win over your love It could get violent, I don't mind bein' in trouble Your love been leavin' behind cold-blooded bodies Please don't murder me for tryin', yeah You can't fit them jeans on, I can't quit that lean, though Pull up in that four-door, jump out, stand tall, Akeem, hoe Baby girl, you know just what that ring for, yeah, yeah Hood nigga tryna impress, pull up at Kinkos, yeah, yeah Nigga get shot down if he run up on this Rolls, yeah, yeah My bae on side of him, it was self-defense, officer My name so fucked up 'cause these hoes, what can I offer her? Tell you I'm done, then double back and catch me callin' her, oh, oh At this front door Give a fuck 'bout what you doin', what you takin' long for? Come here, give me a kiss, no, fuck that shit, how you been? To the end, that's what the fuck they don't know

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India Williams, Jake Wogan, Kentrell Gaulden

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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38 Baby 2

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Never Broke Again, LLC

Release Date

April 23, 2020

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like gon' girl yeah these that tryna jump what just know can't come don't fuck been your give make ring nigga love here this pull behind baby

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