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Young Boy Never Broke Again - Rough Ryder Lyrics
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(AdamSlide made the beat slide)
Ayy, ayy, mm
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)

Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin' bag, gettin' it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin' down or another nigga think he f*ckin' with me
Dirty game, f*ckin' shame, kiss me 'cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, f*ck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
He ain't gon' stay the same, your friends gon' change
Slide with my bro and whip this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang
Don't play no games, we quick to peel him, yeah

Pistol packin' in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I'm down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I'm down to push the button on y'all, I give my brothers one call
And while I'm singin' all my pain, they plan on tearin' me down

I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a f*ckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game, let's play it

On top my shit, these pussy niggas hatin', face me, nigga
Ridin' 'round in my Rolls Royce screamin', "Gang," I know you hate me, nigga
We gon' forever bang and stay untamed, they tryna break me, nigga
Bitch, I'm twenty, I could spend four million and drop a half, just for to zip 'em
Lay your bed, I throw the pillow (ooh, yeah)
Pallbearer runnin' with the f*ckin' gravediggers, yeah
Public figure ridin' with the f*ckin' K's with him
Don't give a f*ck 'bout how it turn out once his mans with 'em
I'm quick to jump out with my gun out, they gon' slang with 'em

Pistol packin' in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I'm down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I'm down to push the button on y'all, I give my brothers one call
And while I'm singin' all my pain, they plan on tearin' me down

I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a f*ckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game, let's play it

Everywhere I pull up on these hoes, they wanna know where Top at
Motherf*ck a show, I dropped my tape, now where my f*ckin' guap at?
Soon as I walk up in my show, they tryna see where my Glock at
They know I'm strapped up in this bitch, I shoot and you can't stop that (I'm .38)

I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a f*ckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game, let's play it

Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin' bag, gettin' it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin' down or another nigga think he f*ckin' with me
Dirty game, f*ckin' shame, kiss me 'cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, f*ck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
He ain't gon' stay the same, your friends gon' change
Slide with my bro and whip this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang
Don't play no games, we quick to peel him
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(AdamSlide made the beat slide)
Ayy, ayy, mm
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)

Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin' bag, gettin' it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin' down or another nigga think he f*ckin' with me
Dirty game, f*ckin' shame, kiss me 'cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, f*ck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
He ain't gon' stay the same, your friends gon' change
Slide with my bro and whip this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang
Don't play no games, we quick to peel him, yeah

Pistol packin' in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I'm down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I'm down to push the button on y'all, I give my brothers one call
And while I'm singin' all my pain, they plan on tearin' me down

I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a f*ckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game, let's play it

On top my shit, these pussy niggas hatin', face me, nigga
Ridin' 'round in my Rolls Royce screamin', "Gang," I know you hate me, nigga
We gon' forever bang and stay untamed, they tryna break me, nigga
Bitch, I'm twenty, I could spend four million and drop a half, just for to zip 'em
Lay your bed, I throw the pillow (ooh, yeah)
Pallbearer runnin' with the f*ckin' gravediggers, yeah
Public figure ridin' with the f*ckin' K's with him
Don't give a f*ck 'bout how it turn out once his mans with 'em
I'm quick to jump out with my gun out, they gon' slang with 'em

Pistol packin' in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I'm down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I'm down to push the button on y'all, I give my brothers one call
And while I'm singin' all my pain, they plan on tearin' me down

I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a f*ckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game, let's play it

Everywhere I pull up on these hoes, they wanna know where Top at
Motherf*ck a show, I dropped my tape, now where my f*ckin' guap at?
Soon as I walk up in my show, they tryna see where my Glock at
They know I'm strapped up in this bitch, I shoot and you can't stop that (I'm .38)

I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a f*ckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game, let's play it

Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin' bag, gettin' it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin' down or another nigga think he f*ckin' with me
Dirty game, f*ckin' shame, kiss me 'cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, f*ck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
He ain't gon' stay the same, your friends gon' change
Slide with my bro and whip this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang
Don't play no games, we quick to peel him
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Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Adam Foster, Brandon Russell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.



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