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blasian - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
them yeah’ yeah’s over
mmm, yeah, uh
slime

[chorus]
balmain witcho birken bag bae you guwap on they -ss
i told you leave ’cause i wasn’t ready
i couldn’t get her out my head
the way you f-ck me make think that you the one i should be wit’
i feel no pain when i be high and i be fresher than a b-tch
so i pop perkys, yeah, yeah (i pop perkys)
talkin’ ’bout .30’s, yeah, yeah (talkin’ ’bout .30’s)
pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
we high off codeine, yeah, yeah (we high off codeine)
i pop x-y’s yeah, yeah
half a xanax, yeah, yeah (half a xan)
shawty s-ssy, yeah, yeah
that’s that blasian, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i love that girl to death
she did some sh-t that i can’t let slide
she know when we slide
we be tearin’ up your set, no lie
she know that i got that sh-t
she want to get her wet and high
she not that i don’t tolerate no n-gg- (boom, bow)
hit him with that fire
young rich n-gg- wit’ a whole lotta critics
but i can’t be mad wit’ a lotta benjis (let’s go)
forty-thousand back in, spent soon as i get it (oh, yeah, let’s go)
everybody that talk don’t know how i’m livin’ (they don’t know)
i ain’t got no bae, i ain’t catchin’ no feelin’s (yah)
we ain’t gotta be together for to make some millions (i know)
she was just my friend and i wind up hittin’ it (that’s right)
but out me can’t get no commitment (that’s right)
fendi, gucci, louis (and louis)
gucci, balmain, prada (and prada)
b-tch tryna test her luck (her what?)
yeah, she want balenciaga (balenciaga)
dirt bike supreme goggles (go)
sellin’ ’round booze bike rider (huh)
young n-gg- totin’ that choppa (hrrrt)
amiri jeans i’m stylin’ (errrf)

[chorus]
balmain witcho a birken bae you guwap on they -ss
i told you leave ’cause i wasn’t ready
i couldn’t get her out my head
the way you f-ck me make think that you the one i should be wit’
i feel no pain when i be high and i be fresher than a b-tch
so i pop perkys, yeah, yeah (i pop perkys)
talkin’ ’bout .30’s, yeah, yeah (talkin’ ’bout .30’s)
pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
we high off codeine, yeah, yeah (we high off codeine)
i pop x-y’s yeah, yeah
half a xanax, yeah, yeah (half a xan)
shawty s-ssy, yeah, yeah
that’s that blasian, yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
three lortabs i gave her two
i had five i was gon’ take
yah-yah, what i do to you?
what the f-ck is it gon’ take?
percocet’s and off that drink
i might learn another language
took a xan, now i can’t think
and i’m not knowin’ where my main one
bought my ex from the bottom
shawty tweakin’, she don’t know what she tryin’
to keep it real, she don’t know where she ridin’
society where them people be dyin’
i’m in the nawf where my life on the line
i’m wit’ my n-gg-s, everybody got iron
blasian, no, honey you fine
we not together and she not even tryin’
i made her a slime (slatt)

[chorus]
balmain witcho birken bag but you cool up on they -ss
i told you leave ’cause i wasn’t ready
i couldn’t get her out my head
the way you f-ck me make think that you the one i should be wit’
i feel no pain when i be high and i be fresher than a b-tch
so i pop perkys, yeah, yeah (i pop perkys)
talkin’ ’bout .30’s, yeah, yeah (talkin’ ’bout .30’s)
pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
we high off codeine, yeah, yeah (we high off codeine)
i pop x-y’s yeah, yeah
half a xanax, yeah, yeah (half a xan)
shawty s-ssy, yeah, yeah
that’s that blasian, yeah, yeah

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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