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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Black Lyrics
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Hmm, hmm, hmm, mm
Pull up, G-Wagon, huh, mm
Mmm
Different, mm (they hoes)
Uh, hey, yeah, uh-huh (these niggas, they hoes)
We don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes (what?)
Fire, bitch, gang, uh, uh, uh (we don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes)
Mm, mm (we don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes)

Who the f*ck is lil' shawty? Where the f*ck is your nigga?
How you get to this party? Don't bring Backwoods, I like Swishers
I gotta Draco in the sack now, shoot the car, tryna knock out the engine
I keep this shit kickin' on top of my pendant
Dirty rod in my pouch, gotta know I ain't slippin' (go)
Black, hmm, hmm, I want everything black, huh (black)
I want everything black, huh (black), I'm buyin' everything black, huh (black)
I want that ass fat, my Range Rover black, huh
I want a whole 'nother bag, huh, I want a hunnid round gat
And I want lil' shawty, she bad, huh, I wanna beat in her back
And I wanna kill all my opps, they ain't comin' back
I want hit her, she thick (woo), I wanna keep dissin' on tracks
And I want 'bout like thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair
Wait, hmm, like a nigga Ric Flair, mm
And I want damn near thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair
Ha, haha, like a nigga Ric Flair, ha
And I'm so high, might fly a bitch out for her to dye my hair (oh)
These rappers be talkin' this shit and they broke
And they know for a fact I make slimes pull up
They be stealin' the swag so we f*ckin' they ho
Pick her up, hit the bitch in the back of my truck
I don't care, all this money not here for the show
Let her ride me on top while I sit in the chair
Yeah, I be feedin' the bitch, I be takin' good care
I could pull her shit off 'cause I paid for the hair
Different, mm-ah
I don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes
We don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes
Why you think we be f*ckin' they hoes? (Know I'm rich)
Tell 'em that I'm rich as f*ck (rich, rich, rich, rich)
How you think that I pay for that Rolls?
I just cracked open a pint, huh
You know that I pour up my bros
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Hmm, hmm, hmm, mm
Pull up, G-Wagon, huh, mm
Mmm
Different, mm (they hoes)
Uh, hey, yeah, uh-huh (these niggas, they hoes)
We don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes (what?)
Fire, bitch, gang, uh, uh, uh (we don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes)
Mm, mm (we don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes)

Who the f*ck is lil' shawty? Where the f*ck is your nigga?
How you get to this party? Don't bring Backwoods, I like Swishers
I gotta Draco in the sack now, shoot the car, tryna knock out the engine
I keep this shit kickin' on top of my pendant
Dirty rod in my pouch, gotta know I ain't slippin' (go)
Black, hmm, hmm, I want everything black, huh (black)
I want everything black, huh (black), I'm buyin' everything black, huh (black)
I want that ass fat, my Range Rover black, huh
I want a whole 'nother bag, huh, I want a hunnid round gat
And I want lil' shawty, she bad, huh, I wanna beat in her back
And I wanna kill all my opps, they ain't comin' back
I want hit her, she thick (woo), I wanna keep dissin' on tracks
And I want 'bout like thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair
Wait, hmm, like a nigga Ric Flair, mm
And I want damn near thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair
Ha, haha, like a nigga Ric Flair, ha
And I'm so high, might fly a bitch out for her to dye my hair (oh)
These rappers be talkin' this shit and they broke
And they know for a fact I make slimes pull up
They be stealin' the swag so we f*ckin' they ho
Pick her up, hit the bitch in the back of my truck
I don't care, all this money not here for the show
Let her ride me on top while I sit in the chair
Yeah, I be feedin' the bitch, I be takin' good care
I could pull her shit off 'cause I paid for the hair
Different, mm-ah
I don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes
We don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes
Why you think we be f*ckin' they hoes? (Know I'm rich)
Tell 'em that I'm rich as f*ck (rich, rich, rich, rich)
How you think that I pay for that Rolls?
I just cracked open a pint, huh
You know that I pour up my bros
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Writer: Jasiah Pate, Kentrell Gaulden, Malachi Phree, Powers Pleasant
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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