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outkast - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
one more time
huh? ayy, zay, zay know like
check out my duffy bop, b*tch, ya heard me?
(dubba*aa flex)
i’m on it right now, what you on, foolio?
ayy, i’ma f*ck all night off a rhino, b*tch, what it is?
what you think ’bout me?
(this is the sound)
yeah, diddy

[verse]
i’ma outkast, steady goin’ up, these n*ggas through
i’m recordin’ by myself, my n*ggas right there in the booth
can’t do this sh*t myself, i used to run to her, but now she through
these drugs calm a n*gga down, but i’m like “what the f*ck i do”
okay, let’s rock out, hundred shots i shoot like “lah*grah”
[?] over here, everybody dead, i let it off in the crowd (believe that)
like what you said? i’m never scared, i’m ready for the lay down
these b*tches really for the flock, these n*ggas can’t come around
i’m off that molly and that xan, i’m out my top, what you on?
i’m out the top of the sedan, i’m tryna get my shoot on (huh?)
and i be rollin’ like a can, i up this b*tch, now you gone
if you bump him, you not a fan, so what the f*ck is you on?
’cause i’m on, i’m on cloud nine, i’m with my slimes, yeah
i’m with them n*ggas who be crankin’ every time, yeah
i leave ’em slump, i buss his dome, he out of mind, yeah
he cold blooded, that my n*gga, that’s my slime, yeah
hold on, six shots, not by his lonely, thirty in the other one
b*tch, you know we slump yo’ homie, now i want the other one
nene, that’s that [?] b*tch, i call that hoe “thunderbird”
he must be dumb, he must be gone, ’cause he can’t f*ck with us
and i don’t know no n*gga, what you, official?
hold on, i don’t know no n*gga, he not a k!lla, yeah
my n*ggas be with it, yeah, they quick to zip ’em
hold on, i’m off my [?], i’m out my top
that b*tch is [?] (huh?)
i catch ’em, i stretch ’em, i’m never gon’ settle
put money on top and my n*ggas gon’ get ’em
that money gon’ flop on the top of the head
gon’ up it, i spit it, you know i’ma get ’em (grah)
he ain’t got no bodies but claim he a k!lla
i ain’t do sh*t, i don’t know that n*gga
i ain’t f*ck her, she was for my n*ggas
she was only lookin’ [?] for her [?]
where yo’ money at b*tch, where yo’ gunnas at? a hundred shots
i don’t know that b*tch, she say she know me, i got h*lla thots
b*tch, i only know i got three babies and one in that fire
drugs got a n*gga feelin’ like he standin’ up in trial
hold up, pull up like “b*tch, what up?” (what up?)
b*tch, you ain’t gon’ smoke nun
these n*ggas know we low down
hold on, shoot that boy a shoe up (bang)
they claimin’ that they know somethin’
i’m turnt up like lil joe, b*tch, don’t make a n*gga fold somethin’
b*tch, what up? huh?
and i don’t want you for a girl, i just want you to f*ck me
and i don’t want you for your love, i just want you to touch me, b*tch
you can how long you want, i just want you to suck me
like the way you bend, we could be friends just like teletubbies
[outro]
i’ma outkast, steady goin’ up, these n*ggas through
i can’t do this sh*t myself, i used to run to her, but now she through
’cause i’m on, i’m on cloud nine, i’m with my slimes, yeah
i’m with them n*ggas who be crankin’ every time, yeah
i leave ’em slump, i buss his dome, he out of mind, yeah
he cold blooded, that my n*gga, that’s my slime, yeah
hold on, six shots, not by his lonely, thirty in the other one
huh? b*tch, what you on slime…
…b*tch as n*gga, what you on
(this is the sound)

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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