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see me now - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
xo
my n*gga brando done figured this sh*t out

[chorus]
oh, i done rocked out, fell*off, turnt up, now see me now (bow)
i know these p*ssy n*ggas hatin’, they wanna lay me down (bow)
they tried to make career hold up (bow)
see i came out froze’d up, i told them (bow)
“that i’m f*ckin’ up the game soon as my money up” (bow)

[verse 1]
better keep yo’ banger b*tch (yo’ banger, b*tch)
they know this gangster as it get (as it get)
they know they bring me up
can’t say that i don’t lay law down ’round this b*tch (law down)
got green flags and dirty sticks (yeah)
police search for murder weapons (yeah, yeah)
it get ugly, you get clean murdered in the dirty sections
i’m with that sh*t like my mama and on them pills like my daddy
in and out of jail just like my cousin, keep a gun like my pappy
look, i ain’t trippin’ off you stuntin’
before i starve, you can’t have it
i’ma dirty work ’em with this burner, they sprayed my car in miami
i went from zero to one million back to zero to ’bout thirty, n*gga
girl, i was selling boy blocks for thirty, n*gga
can ya’ll pour than hen’ up? my chin up
i’m bootin’ up, i’m gettin’ there
tell my mama, “i need a wig, i’m goin’ in, they gone get spinned on”
[chorus]
oh, i done rocked out, fell*off, turnt up, now see me now
i know these p*ssy n*ggas hatin’, they wanna lay me down
they tried to make career hold up (yeah)
see i came out froze’d up, i told them
“that i’m f*ckin’ up the game soon as my money up”

[verse 2]
thirty for thirty, tell forbes that i’m gettin’ dirty (i’m gettin’ dirty, huh?)
i just jumped in the cutlass
meechy too strapped up in that ‘burban
i’m on bourbon, leave a n*gga in a c*n*l, the tag say, “reaper sh*t”
servin’ rock like i’m jay*z, nod off we sleep, that be that ether sh*t
hustle with that thang right on my hip, like, “where my beeper went?” (go)
got a digital scale, screwdriver instead of razor ’cause i don’t need the sh*t (go, go)
and it ain’t gon’ cut it anyway, need a hammer for to break it up (break)
n*gga better be ready to die today if he ever thought about facin’ us (bow)
luxury*built fireplace, from a group home, i done ran it up (yeah)
body built, she ain’t my bae, got her ass lift, i done set it up (n*gga, yeah)
from the gutter, she ain’t got money but that’s my b*tch so twice i knocked her up
got a light one up once the lighter struck, go to poppin’ off (oh), bow bow, i done f*cked it up, i brought her friend up, aw, aw
wit’ that sh*t, i want the b*tch to lift his hand up, get knocked off
baking soda, we wan’ spin it soft, i can make it hardbody
i got h*lla sticks and stolo cars in front of grandpa yard daily

[chorus]
oh, i done rocked out, fell*off, turnt up, now see me now
i know these p*ssy n*ggas hatin’, they wanna lay me down
they tried to make career hold up (hold up)
see i came out froze’d up, i told them (froze’d up)
“that i’m f*ckin’ up the game soon as my money up” (slime)
[outro]
yeah, they tried to hold up
i told them “i’m f*ckin’ up the game soon as my money up”
yeah (see me now)
get outta line b*tch, i’m gon’ put you up, you know what up
this top, n*gga
these b*tch ass n*ggas, ayy, huh huh, tell ’em i said f*ck ’em, n*gga
let me get the m’s my n*gga
you know what it is, slime

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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