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not my friend - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
(okay, tk)
uh, uh, uh, yeah
yeah, uh, uh, uh
yeah, uh, top
yeah

[verse 1]
tell her, “pull up to the show”
i know she gon’ f*ck for sure
huh, she probably gon’ f*ck my bro
huh, i buy out all the stores
and i buy out all the clothes
for to put that sh*t on in front of her friends
babygirl, you’re not my friend (huh)
babygirl, let’s make ends
i’m not finna shake yo’ hand
i just wanna beat yo’ back in
my styrofoam double
rick owen my jacket
they both off of codeine
she wanna get on it
you know that i’m focused
i get that ho loaded
i got wok’, i got trish
gotta know that’s my b*tch, i promote her
added up ’round this b*tch, f*cked the total
do the dash in this b*tch, blow the motor
i jump out with that stick, toe to toе
from the back with that ho, i’m a soldier
i’m not givin’ up none of my monеy
i’m not lettin’ none of them f*ck me over
i been runnin’ up hundreds up, mama
i ain’t never forgot that i owe you (yeah)
come from bad to doin’ good
it ain’t perfect but understood
i got to be thankful for that blessin’
designer clothes
now, i got the finest hoes
now, i got a foreign, it’s rolls
i might as well send the b*tch roses
[bridge]
yeah, i said, “i might as well buy the b*tch roses”
yeah (ah)
i say, “i might as well buy this b*tch roses”

[verse 2]
told the management send a b*tch roses, wherever she was
come in that red, that’s blood
you know that my five, lil’ n*gga, do not call me, “cuz”
don’t try me and f*ck up my buzz
i buy her that bag, i make sure she stay with a bag
i f*ck that bag up with that girl
can’t never go sad
pop out with that glock on they ass
i know that you’re lovin’ me, girl

[bridge]
uh, yeah
know that you’re lovin’, know that you’re lovin’ me, girl
know that you love me, know that you love me
i know that you’re lovin’ me, girl
uh*uh, oh, oh

[verse 3]
she’ll do it right now on these seats, yeah
she want chanel and cc, yeah
she want it now, uh
to all the n*ggas i meet, yeah
never gon’ tell what you see, man
know that that type of sh*t turnin’ out bad
girl, you’re too bad
hardbody, patek
they disrespectin’, we ain’t goin’ for that
and you know you call me then i’m runnin’ for that
hope inside that girl i’m wishin’ a well
roxanne on my mattress and i’m feelin’ my jacket
i’m exposin’ this sh*t and these n*ggas gon’ steal
n*gga, you’re cappin’, lil’ mama a hottie, she like how i rock it (uh*uh)
go tell them to stack it, i put that amiri on top of kamari
inside my home i got a store, i got these classes, i got the whole d*mn department
she want the drugs that i’m on
i looked right at that b*tch and paused it
[outro]
designer clothes
now, i got the finest hoes
now, i got a foreign, it’s rolls
i might as well send the b*tch roses
yeah, i said, “i might as well buy the b*tch roses”
yeah (ah)
i say, “i might as well buy this b*tch roses”

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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