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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Young Stunna Lyrics


Yea, what this is, how old this is?
Lil Top, Lil top or Kentrell, huh
Or this YoungBoy
Nigga this ain’t neither one
This Slimeto bitch ass nigga
What you on five, you heard me
Talk to ’em

Oh, she put it in she like god damn
Go to Walmart or Sams they gon’ know who I am
Go to Paris or France see my name everywhere
Like I’m born in this bitch, like somebody [?]
I was born in this bitch got my name in advance
I’m a [?]
I’m a star, I’m a star in a bulletproof van
Nigga know not to send not a shot at that man
Told her let’s do it, shorty fuck all that playin’
See how I do it, then I fucked on her friend
Swerve in the Benz then I swerve in the wraith
BaBa hood to the [?]
Whole lotta rubbers you know I got bands
I invent a new plan, so hot caught a tan
So much water on me think I’m sweatin, need a fan
Flooded my finger wit’ diamonds, I call that not showin my hand
Havin’ forever like I’m Rich The Kid
That is my brother so might as well say that
Whoever he [?] know who I’m is
No fu-fu-fugazy I’m triller than real
Real paulbearer, gravedigger stay with that steel
Nigga try to pow pow fuck around and get killed
Interfere, nigga know that I know how to deal
I be handin’ out cards and they say passed the drill
Magnolia soldiers, I’m sick like Ebola
Just me and Stunna ridin’ in a Range Rover
Dishin’ out smoke and I’m blowin that doja
If I start then you end, when I cum though it’s over
She get off top, give me top then bend over
I’m hittin’ it on top of the table and sofa
For a fact, can’t come back
That’s exact what I told her
Then I walk round this bitch in some Louie V loafers
Woo, take one take two
Bitch ass nigga, I don’t know who you
Blessin your bitch without hittin’, Achoo
But you know that she aimin’ make sure she ain’t choose
Jump off a private then fly in a coupe
Up with that choppa, I’m bangin at you
Half at your head and send half at your crew
Chasin’ that car I’m gon’ make sure that your blew
I bang that red and Quando bangin’ blue
Holdin that fi’ like, lil shorty don’t move
Stay with that fi’, I’m a blow out the roof
I know you ain’t threw, I ain’t fuckin’ with you
I can go back to back, back I’m the truth
I ain’t finna go back to back, back you a lie
I ain’t leave for no reason, hoe go tell ’em why
Why? Slimeto, Lil Top, it’s a muthafuckin slime

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’m gon’ take off his mind
I, go to the war wit’ the whole hood about mine
Feelin’ the shine, funna flood out my child
On top of the rap, but dime after dime

I ain’t stoppin, she know that I got it
She know that I been poppin’
In the city been leavin’ out bodies
In a Tesla, you know that I’m charged
She gon’ eat up the boy while I’m ridin this bitch up in pilot
I’m gon’ hit from the back and make noise
While I’m grippin’ my rod
I’m duckin’ and hidin’ from coppers
Nigga say it’s a click of them boys, keep a stick for them boys
My choppa, it say it hate oppas
Nigga got a whole yard full of toys, you know I go hard
You know that the house full of [?]
You know for a fact that Im thuggin’
You know I’m ’bout beefin, you know I get that from my momma
You know that this shit turn out ugly, you bring up my name
Or you talkin’ like that you want problems
He stunt to the world like a gangsta’
My li’ brother gon’ catch him before the show
Hop out and stop ’em

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’m gon’ take off his mind
I, go to the war wit’ the whole hood about mine
Feelin’ the shine, funna flood out my child
On top of the rap, but dime after dime

Take one take two
Bitch ass nigga, I don’t know who you
Blessin your bitch without hittin’, Achoo
But you know that she aimin’ make sure she ain’t choose
Jump off a private then fly in a coupe
Up with that choppa, I’m bangin at you
Half at your head and send half at your crew
Chasin’ that car I’m gon’ make sure that your blew
Oh , she put it in she like god damn
Go to Walmart or Sams, they gon’ know who I am
Go to Paris or France see my name everywhere
Like I’m born in this bitch, like somebody [?]
I was born in this bitch, got my name in advance
I’m a [?]
I’m a star, I’m a star in a bulletproof van
Nigga know not to send a shot at that man


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