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Rich Shit
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
I ain't come for nothin', you don't pay, you don't see me Want all blue strips, that's all I need Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me You can keep tryin', can't beat, can't be me She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me To another level, goin' out of reach Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherfucker Hold on, get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color Shawty know I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her I drive the Rover and I drive the Rolls Play it low-key, even got a Tahoe Drive the McLaren, it tear up the road Throw up my B's, I'ma hit with my pole Bro ain't no rookie, you know how it go I was poppin' pills when I walked through the door Bought her a stainless steel just from touchin' her toe And you know the deal if I find she a ho Got a swag that might kill And you know I keep a hitman stepper, get near though Tell that nigga he get picked in the draft, I'ma split him In the North with a stick and my trenchcoat on Goin' in in the middle when it pop off You know I got my blick, I up, go down And you know I let the shots off He ain't finna go home, should've been left from 'round Oh, right there She was like, "Let me show you how to do it right" Man, this bitch want money tonight, uh Bro them right there, you know it's on sight And you know it's in here Got gunners on my left and gunners to my right Got 'em on the way, pullin' up, yeah Bro make a call, another five hoes, they come in here (you know what I say) Smoke out the pound, got Glocks and Dracs, you run in here (Glocks and Dracs) City one day, yeah, it bang over my way Niggas shouldn't come, already know how Top play Thursday, party late Nigga, you can die on a Friday Nigga, you can die on the highway Nigga, you can die from a side play Shawty like a cat, that's nine ways And a million in one to get us played She don't sleep all day, but work late Fam I ain't come for nothin', you don't pay, you don't see me Want all blue strips, that's all I need Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me You can keep tryin', can't beat, can't be me She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me To another level, goin' out of reach Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherfucker Hold on, get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color Shawty know I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her
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