Bad Morning (Explicit)-Youngboy Never Broke Again

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TXT Bad Morning (Explicit)-Youngboy Never Broke Again 文本歌词

Bad Morning (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again
Lyrics by:Kentrell Gaulden/Aaron Lockhart/Michael Laury/William Golden Mosley Jr.
I need to speak to Mike Laury
Yeah you got Mike Laury
Dubba-AA flex
Winning lottery numbers coming up
I can't quit at all at all
I ain't hurt
I ain't hurt n***a
At all at all
On my soul at all at all
Stay the same as my pain grow ridin' 'round with my bros
This is the sound
Ridin' in the Maybach let's go
Ten M's up n***a let's go
He a dreadhead mhm
My bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different d**gs tryna take away my pain
But it's still gon' flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans
But he still can't cope
On the highway out the window do somethin'
Need it my way bam bam shoot somethin'
He a head hunter rude boy trust nothin'
She got a nice round bum but can't paint her nails
Do a hit real sick it be cold the whole summer
I can't figure how she comin' I'ma give her to my mama
Any minute I'ma cut a n***a knowin' I'ma slime him
Everything goin' bad you can trust him still time him
N***as steady rappin' we be shootin' at the b***h
Sound of the stick goin' boom when it hit
Sound of the smoke real loud when it's lit
Still let it off with a crowd in the midst
Black card matte stick I'm it
Don't pick die if you try one trick
Right gang but she say "Wrong b***h"
Young rich n***a he done took a wrong fix
Overdose can't shake back no
Harbor freight get the jack from the store
White trace that's a whole lotta snow
Ridin' by my Kirk with a .30 and a pole
With a young b***h she don't want me it's vivid
But I don't need her hand when I'm runnin' up Benji's
Real deal business this real Blood business
Really spill those dead bodies in the trenches
Real slime that was my partner for a minute
Contract from my brother when them hollows got up in it
Dodgin' bullets in the car when them shottas sent the men
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 f**k with my bodies
I'ma foreign my engine take lots of narcotics
Why they cookin' 'em rocks
Die protectin' that body
Through the house the aroma it cover the closet
I don't say that ain't it but I still wan' cop it
I'ma flood out this b***h to whoever come cash
Police ran in this b***h no one say nothin' about it
I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better with my life
But take narcotics with my life
Collect these bodies with your life send it to the Most Highest
N***a showin' off got it took when he got it
N***a ran off tell me what you doin' 'bout it
You don't know off the dome s**t can't write
With the Glock when you see the kid on sight
Bullets started playin' 'round with tension got focused
Got another pack rolled up he gon' smoke it
Ten grand twenty grand all night scope
We're up all day high we're up all day slow
I can't quit at all at all
I ain't hurt at all at all
On my soul at all at all
Stay the same as my pain grow ridin' 'round with my bros
Ridin' in the Maybach let's go
Ten M's up n***a let's go
He a dreadhead mhm
My bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different d**gs tryna take away my pain
But it's still gon' flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans
But he still can't cope
Herm steady talkin' 'bout "Top just let me shoot him" no
I can't teach a n***a s**t I can make it out him
I ain't need no tutor been advanced for the road
D**ed up two or three tools doin' shows
Forty on my teeth and two hundred for my pole
Three hundred for my car extra sneeze for the nose
I be runnin' to the money soon as it reach my phone
I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better with my life
But take narcotics with my life
Collect these bodies with your life send it to the Most Highest
N***a showin' off got it took when he got it
N***a ran off tell me what you doin' 'bout it
You don't know off the dome s**t can't write
With the Glock when you see the kid on sight
I can't quit
Quit
At all at all
I ain't hurt
I ain't hurt
At all at all
On my soul at all at all
Stay the same as my pain grow ridin' 'round with my bros
Ridin' in the Maybach let's go
Ten M's up n***a let's go
He a dreadhead mhm my bro leave him dead in front that store
This is the sound
On three different d**gs tryna take away my pain
But it's still gon' flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans
But he still can't cope