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Young Boy Never Broke Again - Know Like I Know Lyrics



Young Boy Never Broke Again - Know Like I Know Lyrics
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(Fah)
Shoot at a nigga in the face behind NBA
Believe that, ha (bah, bah, bah)
You already know that would be my song (steppin' in place, nigga)
Yeah, you know you hear that bih (goddamn, BJ with another one)
Get on the ground
(Shoutout to KP for that beat)
Like I know, know like I know
What she say? What she say? She say "Big 4L"
Ayy, ayy, ayy, get on your ass (Bboy dripping that)

I bet your momma be destroyed, nigga
When we send your stupid ass to God
For makin' statements, choosing' sides
About my beef with them lil' boys
I could say I saw it, you could say I was your favorite, nigga
Better stay up in your place, bitch
F*ck around and get your face split any day, nigga
They know I'm a demon, you ain't met the Devil until you seen me
Yeah, I get 'em hit, we gon' kill a bitch inside of Neiman's for any reason
I don't give a f*ck 'bout how you treat your body
Give a f*ck about your cleanin'
I don't give a f*ck about no bitch
You could have those hoes 'cause I don't need 'em
They know I step on shit, play around with that slime, oh
I seen the blues, know you in tune, but how we knock 'em down like dominos
Dope by Luciano, we pull on side, shoot up the car though
Plenty of clips like Leonardo, them slimes go wherever I go

I want his soul, he gon' get it (get it)
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin' (I'm fiendin', I'm fiendin')
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row

Nigga better ask Blasian about me
How we catch 'em bad and take his shit
Leave 'em stripped, the police think we raped the bitch
Nigga better not play with this
And my momma know I'm a demon seed, I'm into facin' shit
Hope yo' niggas know not be inside that car soon as that Draco hit
Old pussy-ass nigga, ain't no coppin' pleas, shouldn't've said shit
You ain't gettin' no pass, nigga
You gon' rep the same block as that bitch, that's gon' be your ass, nigga
Who runnin', duckin' all these sticks
I'm lettin' you know I ain't even serious on this bitch, nigga, suck my dick
I'm facin' seven years, I ain't known to shed a tear, these niggas dyin'
I be the slime, these niggas could click up all they want
Bitch crossed that line
He posted cars but ain't got more whips than as I, huh?
All you hoe-ass niggas together ain't got more millions than AI, huh?
On the phone with Stunna, my five
Now it's my time, while in the house, reside
These niggas feelin' lucky, claim that they thuggin'
But know that be my style, scary-ass ain't realer than my child
Lose or win, bitch, I'm gon' dive if no gun on my side (side)
I'm a gangsta and all that claimin' they propopsin', I bet I'll make it stop

I want his soul, he gon' get it
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin'
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row

All these niggas tryna be the biggest rapper
While I'm tryna wrap 'em in a body bag
With a toe tag and his last meetin' with the pastor
I know a nigga who got Instagram and Twitter still ain't tryna master
How to play with me and he know I play for keeps, knowin' I'll clap him
I don't give a f*ck, my nigga, just like your friend, you'll bite the dust, nigga
You ain't blood, you ain't ready for to see some brains layin' around the club
Them niggas scared, know they can't f*ck with us
But that's the sides you run with
Know my mom and all my sister and all my brothers be on dumb shit
I'm a grown-ass man, so on the Internet, I don't post pics
I'm too caught up in this thug life, I'm still hidin' from the feds list
In my bed I see the interview, and my first thought, man, I said this
"Whole industry don't even know me but they still wanna see my head split" (what the f*ck?)

Ha, these niggas hoes, these niggas know I know
You hear me, I don't, I don't think these niggas wanna do it, slime
I'm surprised, your parents ain't telling you, you don't wanna do it, slime
You heard me? These niggas know how I get down
Yeah, and f*ck all these niggas
The whole industry don't like me and I don't like all them bitches
Believe that, it's gravediggin' 4KTrey, Nawfside 38
We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, who gon' die today?
Free DDawg, ha
I don't like none of these niggas, I don't like none of 'em
I don't like, I don't like nobody
Bitch-ass nigga, what you gon' do?
You could f*ck all of my baby mommas, I don't like them hoes neither
F*ck 'em, man, f*ck 'em

I want his soul, he gon' get it
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin'
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row

Your momma cryin' on front row, yeah
I hope you know like I know
Slimeto, get active
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(Fah)
Shoot at a nigga in the face behind NBA
Believe that, ha (bah, bah, bah)
You already know that would be my song (steppin' in place, nigga)
Yeah, you know you hear that bih (goddamn, BJ with another one)
Get on the ground
(Shoutout to KP for that beat)
Like I know, know like I know
What she say? What she say? She say "Big 4L"
Ayy, ayy, ayy, get on your ass (Bboy dripping that)

I bet your momma be destroyed, nigga
When we send your stupid ass to God
For makin' statements, choosing' sides
About my beef with them lil' boys
I could say I saw it, you could say I was your favorite, nigga
Better stay up in your place, bitch
F*ck around and get your face split any day, nigga
They know I'm a demon, you ain't met the Devil until you seen me
Yeah, I get 'em hit, we gon' kill a bitch inside of Neiman's for any reason
I don't give a f*ck 'bout how you treat your body
Give a f*ck about your cleanin'
I don't give a f*ck about no bitch
You could have those hoes 'cause I don't need 'em
They know I step on shit, play around with that slime, oh
I seen the blues, know you in tune, but how we knock 'em down like dominos
Dope by Luciano, we pull on side, shoot up the car though
Plenty of clips like Leonardo, them slimes go wherever I go

I want his soul, he gon' get it (get it)
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin' (I'm fiendin', I'm fiendin')
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row

Nigga better ask Blasian about me
How we catch 'em bad and take his shit
Leave 'em stripped, the police think we raped the bitch
Nigga better not play with this
And my momma know I'm a demon seed, I'm into facin' shit
Hope yo' niggas know not be inside that car soon as that Draco hit
Old pussy-ass nigga, ain't no coppin' pleas, shouldn't've said shit
You ain't gettin' no pass, nigga
You gon' rep the same block as that bitch, that's gon' be your ass, nigga
Who runnin', duckin' all these sticks
I'm lettin' you know I ain't even serious on this bitch, nigga, suck my dick
I'm facin' seven years, I ain't known to shed a tear, these niggas dyin'
I be the slime, these niggas could click up all they want
Bitch crossed that line
He posted cars but ain't got more whips than as I, huh?
All you hoe-ass niggas together ain't got more millions than AI, huh?
On the phone with Stunna, my five
Now it's my time, while in the house, reside
These niggas feelin' lucky, claim that they thuggin'
But know that be my style, scary-ass ain't realer than my child
Lose or win, bitch, I'm gon' dive if no gun on my side (side)
I'm a gangsta and all that claimin' they propopsin', I bet I'll make it stop

I want his soul, he gon' get it
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin'
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row

All these niggas tryna be the biggest rapper
While I'm tryna wrap 'em in a body bag
With a toe tag and his last meetin' with the pastor
I know a nigga who got Instagram and Twitter still ain't tryna master
How to play with me and he know I play for keeps, knowin' I'll clap him
I don't give a f*ck, my nigga, just like your friend, you'll bite the dust, nigga
You ain't blood, you ain't ready for to see some brains layin' around the club
Them niggas scared, know they can't f*ck with us
But that's the sides you run with
Know my mom and all my sister and all my brothers be on dumb shit
I'm a grown-ass man, so on the Internet, I don't post pics
I'm too caught up in this thug life, I'm still hidin' from the feds list
In my bed I see the interview, and my first thought, man, I said this
"Whole industry don't even know me but they still wanna see my head split" (what the f*ck?)

Ha, these niggas hoes, these niggas know I know
You hear me, I don't, I don't think these niggas wanna do it, slime
I'm surprised, your parents ain't telling you, you don't wanna do it, slime
You heard me? These niggas know how I get down
Yeah, and f*ck all these niggas
The whole industry don't like me and I don't like all them bitches
Believe that, it's gravediggin' 4KTrey, Nawfside 38
We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, who gon' die today?
Free DDawg, ha
I don't like none of these niggas, I don't like none of 'em
I don't like, I don't like nobody
Bitch-ass nigga, what you gon' do?
You could f*ck all of my baby mommas, I don't like them hoes neither
F*ck 'em, man, f*ck 'em

I want his soul, he gon' get it
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin'
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row

Your momma cryin' on front row, yeah
I hope you know like I know
Slimeto, get active
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Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.





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Performed By: Young Boy Never Broke Again
From Album: Colors (Deluxe)
Language: English
Length: 3:52
Written by: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Year: 2022

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