Got One (Explicit)歌词-YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Got One (Explicit)歌词完整版

Got One (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Lyrics by：Maurice "Kenoe" Jordan/Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden/Seth Love

Composed by：Maurice "Kenoe" Jordan/Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden/Seth Love

Skeeo

You crazy

4KTrey

We put guns to the face

Ain't nobody safe

Who gon' die today

It's a murder business

Four

Four

Uh

Uh

Four

Huh

Four

Four

Uh

Uh

Four

**** it up

**** it up

Four

Uh

Uh

**** it up

**** it up

It's Top

N***a

Had to tell lil' mama Bag it up

Come here

Drop that a*s on me

We got sticks inside this ******* truck

You play

They whack your a*s for free

Bro died

I was down for weeks

I was on plenty d**gs

Dog h*es talk down on me

But **** 'em

I got plenty love

From the streets to the cellblock

He got red dot

Hollows hot

It get steep

Play with pale stuff 'til my arm lock

I scrape the pot

Gangster ***** tryna hold me down

She see I frown and wonder why

Surveillance sit outside my home

Tryna take me down

I'm duckin' cops

I'm a thug n***a

**** you

*****

I got gravediggers

Run with me

I'll bust you

You *****

**** the campus

I'm at school with that stick

You gon' get bluesed

You get hit

Break all the rules

Get 'em fixed

Cutthroat

Ain't complyin' with ****

Mama

Kill these p***y n***as that's dissin

Now

You know I gotta

I'm tryna shoot the h*es that's with 'em 'cause I'm a ******* problem

I'm gon' pop somethin

I run with sticks

They all be goblins

I be head huntin'

Lil' bro just called and said he got one

Had to tell lil' mama

Bag it up

Come here

Drop that a*s on me

Stacks inside my pants

I got 'em neat

I come up from the streets

Hold on

Stop this *****

I bag 'em up

Shoot first

Now come run up on me

I leave out red

I bang that green

Don't diss out peace

Best keep your heat

From the streets to the cellblock

He got red dot

Hollows hot

It get steep

Play with pale stuff 'til my arm lock

I scrape the pot

Gangster ***** tryna hold me down

She see I frown and wonder why

Surveillance sit outside my home

Tryna take me down

I'm duckin' cops

Get the drop

We pop an opp

Load up

Send my brothers out

We kept plenty sticks at papa house

Before you know

They roll me out

They posted up

We spun around

Lil' bro

Let my window down

This K come out

We spray around

Fall

Can't shoot back

We leave you found

Top ain't known to **** around

4Tre 38 made me

On lock up

Guards gon' slam me down

These ******* ain't gon' slave me

On phones

Watch what you say to me

Come face to me

They might raid me

Can't leave trace when we sling heat

Still probably at the crib with a 223

Mama

Kill these p***y n***as that's dissin

Now

You know I gotta

I'm tryna shoot the h*es that's with 'em 'cause I'm a ******* problem

I'm gon' pop somethin

I run with sticks

They all be goblins

I be head huntin'

Lil' bro just called and said he got one

Had to tell lil' mama Bag it up

Come here

Drop that a*s on me

We got sticks inside this ******* truck

You play

They whack your a*s for free

Bro died

I was down for weeks

I was on plenty d**gs

Dog h*es talk down on me

But **** 'em

I got plenty love

Skeeo

You crazy