Bitch Yeah (Explicit)歌词-YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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***** Yeah (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Lyrics by：Kentrell Gaulden/Timothy Link

Composed by：Kentrell Gaulden/Timothy Link

Timmy Da HitMan

Huh what

What what what what what

What what

What's crackin' what

What

Or whatever I'm brackin' on *****

Yeah that my blood

That my blood

I got all Fives 'round this *****

These h*es wan' ****

These n***as can't **** with none of us in this *****

I'ma hit at your clique with the stick

Baow

Make me turn your lil' boys to a lick

A lick

I got stripper big booty ******* blowin' up on my phone

Too much swag stylist come

I try on clothes inside of my home

Put yo' ***** in VLone

***** play what you please long as you don't put no QC on

***** I make you bleed ho

***** I know I bleed ho

Bang a red flag big B ho

Hell yeah

***** get on your knees ho

Yeah yeah

Come on suck it with no teeth ho

Yeah yeah yeah

I'm rich I'm rich I'm rich ***** I'm rich as ****

Come get it got to whip it

Know I got to whip it n***a come and get your *****

Molly Molly Holly Wolly had a thottie wit' a bada*s body

I don't play that **** I keep that chopper

I might buy me a Maserati

Shoot that drum at that ***** it's a thottie

'Fore I give you my **** you know I'ma pop it

***** give me yo' soul give me yo' body

Swag up the ***** pop out for mama

I get high in this ***** on soul

I'm so high in this ***** I'm gone

I might make her pack a n***a

***** come touch your toes

Still'll make a R&B ***** come here and hand off her phone

Give a **** 'bout how good she can sing

***** get that phone yeah

***** get that phone ho

Huh ***** get that phone yeah-yeah

Huh ***** get that phone ho

***** get that phone oh yeah-yeah-yeah

My brothers they kick in that door

Yeah-yeah

I don't like that n***a a ho

Yeah-yeah

I don't like that lil' boy's *****

I do not like my ho for to hear none of these songs

Like when I breakin' her back to my songs

Makin' these ******* take racks at home

Clingy type of time you on

Buy me clothes that fit me right

I don't know who ******* side you on

I just know that this wrong and they real right

I ain't ******* on her at night

I ain't put money on yo' head that's right

Bang red that blood my thug my Five

You know slime could get this party hype

Shootout soon as I get outside

Rudolph beam on his nose and eyes

Chew-out which one gon' eat me right

Geeky lil' geek I'm higher than high uh-huh

I'm a geek I been geeked and I'm higher than high *****

I get higher with her when I'm shoppin' online ***** yeah

I can get out my words through this everytime

***** yeah

Yeah and this ***** is a geek without you on my side

***** yeah

You not my slime *****

Don't play with my money you know you might die

***** yeah

I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides

***** yeah

I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides

***** yeah

I got more money than you lil' boys y'all some *******

***** yeah

I can't even drive and got more cars your **** is leased or rented

***** yeah

Know we make **** hype

Pop out Rolls Royce on back got switches

***** yeah

I don't give no **** 'bout who a star

I don't want you *******

***** yeah