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never go broke - young thug lyrics

[intro: young thug]
thugga, muhf-cka (hey)
sound like some ss3 sh-t, ya digg (yeah)
free the goat, you know what i’m sayin’ (ayy)
[?] (free roscoe) yak gotti
slatt, gotti, gotti, gotti
free slatt slatt (yak gotti)
if you know him, you know he had a f-cked up temp’
i miss you, you gon’ make me cry a river (yeah)
i want all these n-gg-s gone
i want all of them come on home
i miss ’em and i’m so lonely
free all the homies

[verse 1: young thug]
spend me some bands, spend me some racks
spend me some fetti, guap, cash, spend me them bands
nut in their hand, go get a rag
i just blowed a bag on her, didn’t wanna plan
if you will it just stick to ’em
stay turnt, that’s gon’ get to them
f-ck them haters baby, baby
act like you ain’t sh-t to ’em
they only wanna come around you
you better not get sh-t to em
they only wanna come and use you
and act like you kin to em
my momma didn’t hate, my daddy didn’t raise ya, hey
they know that i’m hot, i need a fan-tasia
right now i’m on top, i’ll look at your plan later
they know i’m so not basic, i’m not they cables

[chorus: young thug]
i’m like i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i pray to god that
i, i, i, i, i save your life
i, i, i, i, i pray to god that i never go broke
i, i don’t wanna see nothin’ ’bout bein’ broke
i swear to god, forget my sins, i don’t want broke
i might just go to prison for i’m gettin’ broke
no joke, no joke

[verse 2: young thug]
b-r-o-k-e, i don’t wanna see that
not ever ever oh no, and i know i sound like a brat
and i’m not no brat but when you rich you act like that
they wan’ k!ll me but all of them rich n-gg-s, they feel me
but he ain’t gon’ k!ll me cause i take care of every motherf-cker ’round me
and they bills every monthly every year
never bought they kenn coles from good year
i put ice on they neck and i pebble all of their lil ears
this b-tch so bad, i won’t no trojan
i made her rub me with this lotion
take some from my b-tch just to be an explosion
and if you ain’t knew it, now you know it

[chorus: young thug]
i’m like i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i pray to god that
i, i, i, i, i save your life
i, i, i, i, i pray to god that i never go broke
i, i don’t wanna see nothin’ ’bout bein’ broke
i swear to god, forget my sins, i don’t want broke
i’d rather go to prison for i’m gettin’ broke
no joke, no joke

[post-chorus: young thug]
i won’t be broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke
broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke
broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-bro-o-oke
broke-broke-broke-broke-broke-bro-oke
broke-broke-broke, i won’t be broke-broke-broke
i won’t be broke-broke-broke
i can’t spell broke-broke-broke
no these not broke-broke-broke
my rollie broke-broke-broke
iced out his bro-bro-bro
yeah yeah, my dog changed yo

[verse 3: young thug]
and he’s iced out
you can not get it if you broke and you cannot
you can’t run out of the spot, n-gg- got glocks, yeah
they got them sticks, too
send your -ss way up to the moon
rich lifestyle, no broom
fly, peter pan in the room, yeah
free my n-gg- gucci too, hey
louboutaly lucci woochie
i wan’ get ya b-tch and get that coochie coochie
i just wanna catch your daddy, do ’em, do ’em
i just wanna catch a small glue do it to em to em
leave ’em, f-ck ’em, broke soon
smoke ’em leave ’em dead yeah, bl–dy red jack
i’m on slauson for no reason with a spank, yeah
we gon’ die ’bout this sh-t hey, hey, hey
diamonds brazy, diamonds fightin’ goin’ to war
i’ma buy that b-tch lil boy
ride that b-tches like a bed up to the porsche
put that b-tch inside a 2000 car
put that b-tch inside a car with my big bro, hey, hey
told ’em bring that b-tch right back when it get dangerous
and i wouldn’t dime with that b-tch, she owe me fund, yeah
or she could just bring me back my funds
ain’t no p-ssy n-gg- baby, ain’t the one
freestyle than geek n-gg-
roll a bunch of pot and smoke some weed, n-gg-
private party at the the yo with twenty freaks, n-gg-
old lady straight, she fly as a seagull, n-gg-, yeah
i got forty thousand adidas, n-gg-
evil, i only just f-ck the evil, n-gg-
she gon’ drop them b-tches like a beetle, n-gg-, yeah

[outro]
rolling, ss3, on the way
ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah

- young thug lyrics

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