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Freestyle (Explicit)歌词完整版
Freestyle (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again
Lyrics by：Kendale Patrick Carter/Kentrell Gaulden
Composed by：Kendale Patrick Carter/Kentrell Gaulden
Produced by：Shop With Ken
I just ain't wanna stop talkin' man I don't know why
Man I wanna act stupid 'round this ***** or somethin' man
Evidently I been shoppin' with Ken
I don't wanna go through this no more
Ayy I don't wanna hurt you have to let you go
I know
I hold it down don't never leave me lonely don't do me wrong
Big diamonds on me mmm
Ooh
These times of the mornin' I be lonely slime
Ooh ooh ooh
Ayy talk that **** Top
Do you love me
Can I trust you
Do you deserve me
Do I irk you
Keep that burner on me
Run up on me I'm burnin' somethin' ooh
Can't take this pain out my body
But **** that I got these diamonds on me young nigga
I been shinin' like a star I know my body
**** that they took my daddy
But won't come take away my lil' brother
Mmm 3 tell 'em I'm 'bout business
I hold it down around this ************ nigga
Don't nobody have a job but my grandfather nigga
So **** you think payin' for everything for my mother
And my sister and my brother nigga
I'm so ****** up I made it out
I'm rich as **** and how I feel
I'm still caught up in the struggle nigga
But **** I'm great they let my nigga out my day one
DDawg that's my ******* brother nigga
Huh he'll chase you down
Twelve years old he knock one off
We had to sit ten years around man man
Tired of all these fake-a*s people 'round me smilin' tryna down me
All this p***y-a*s whisperin' what you sayin' about me
***** let me catch like one thing
I put this on my mama I'm too real
I let you inside my life I'ma slime you I'm gangster *****
I'm danger nigga R.I.P. my uncle
He got hit all in his head tryna rob a nigga man
This **** man it's some- stranger
Like my nigga Jim Morrison everything strange
Even the women
When you don't wanna be with 'em or try to get any
Man I'm ready go back to prison
I ain't I ain't got no love in this *****
I ain't got no great feeling
Damn I got that big Bentley ride up in it and I swear to God
I feel amazin' in it been winnin' nigga
Opps on my a*s I got a bed I got that bag make me mad
I got them hitters put your face up in it nigga
Man tell them 'bout the niggas that was beefin' with me
Put four of his brothers' face on a tee that ***** been sleepin' with it
Look man tell them 'em 'bout them niggas that was beefin' with me
Put four of his brothers' face on top his ******* t-shirt nigga huh
Man it's lil' Top I keep my Glock don't want no problem with you
No just leave me 'lone just carry on
Just carry on I'm tryna move 'round I don't want you
Just leave me 'lone I got a bad ***** in my home
Let me do anything I want I buy her anything I want
She tell me anything to please me
Gang these p***y niggas ain't 'bout nothin'
I put you straight inside my trunk you niggas Stevie don't wan' see me
On God
What the **** why I'm up early in that mornin'
Everybody in this room don't know nothin' 'bout me
Or they probably wanna come kill DDawg he dog somethin'
But I guarantee you I'll kill something I'll hurt all y'all
Why
'Cause you my ************* h*es and I'm a big dog
I know you wouldn't even hold it down
Y'all followin' niggas that even sold me down
***** I ain't no clown nigga **** y'all
I'm out my mind ooh
Let me hit my knees one more time ooh
I'm a soldier I thought I told you
I'll run down on you
Come here
I'll run down on you
***** come here come here
I get to singin' them blues how you in blue
I make the sound with my
I make the I make the make the Glock make the tunes
Ooh
Oh I got my Glock makin' tunes
Ooh
These dog-a*s h*es don't love me
I buy 'em anything that's why they sit up put up with anything
I gave her a wedding ring and that ***** ain't my wife for nothing
I'm how I done came just like a man I'm strictly thuggin'
All them times I was being lame if I hurt you girl I love you
They don't wanna see me ballin' I been caught up in some trouble
Ooh I crack him crack his dome won't pay a nigga they ************* money
Ooh ooh I get active nigga
Bracelet on my leg you p***y niggas know I'm comin'
Don't do no runnin'
I'll gun you down hit you all back you'll hit your stomach *****
Ooh lil' Top lil' Top Kentrell
I can't leave home right now for nothin'
I ain't goin' ain't goin' for ****
I can't leave home right now for nothin'
I swear to God
I wake up every day late night morning for money
I'm tryna get it in
I ain't got no help I ain't got no friends
All four of them joints
I hope you got money
Inside my career feel like Al Bundy
Plenty risks nigga on God
