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trust issues - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
(timmy da hitman)

[chorus]
b*tch, you know that i don’t trust you, huh
grew up on the dark side, i got trust issues
i been turnt up, i been gone off jiggaboos, i been rollin’
made it out, my boo, she seen i’m rude, she can’t control me, yeah
keep that bag on me
i got bad b*tches, i just switched my swag on ’em
i’m tryna bring a fan with me
and i keep one tucked, i brought it in with me, uh, uh
drinkin’ on that lean, ain’t got no henn’ in it

[verse 1]
b*tch, you ain’t dumb, you know i’m slumped
extra guns inside the trunk, ask ’em that i keep me one
throw one curve and i’m sendin’ somethin’
baby, i’m a real gangster, tell her find another one
i live in the mountain and i came from nothin’
wan’ throw that cat, then give mе some
i’m fresh and she likе the way i put it on
hold up, whip it out, i put it on her
b*tch bark, i’ma get you n*ggas gone
then go platinum on another song
thug n*gga and shorty be f*ckin’ with me, i ain’t givin’ no f*ck ’bout a n*gga
she ain’t nothin’ like me, she be f*ckin’ with them n*ggas, every time she around, it’s tension
popped with no prescription
every time i pop my sh*t, these p*ssy n*ggas mimic
on they neck, each second, minute
try some sh*t, i shoot that glizzy
b*tch, go, now start, let’s get it
done ridin’ with these dirty b*tches
might wan’ f*ck every n*gga with me
[chorus]
b*tch, you know that i don’t trust you, huh
grew up on the dark side, i got trust issues
i been turnt up, i been gone off jiggaboos, i been rollin’
made it out, my boo, she seen i’m rude, she can’t control me, yeah
keep that bag on me
i got bad b*tches, i just switched my swag on ’em
i’m tryna bring a fan with me
and i keep one tucked, i brought it in with me, uh, uh
drinkin’ on that lean, ain’t got no henn’ in it

[verse 2]
want somethin’, take somethin’
shoot that stick, then break somethin’
stop this b*tch, then face somethin’
not no regular day if i ain’t makin’ nothin’
with that ass, she stuntin’
she gon’ make me pass, i see she money hungry
bd nothin’, he see me, better not run up on me
33 got the pint sent, i might cop ’bout three of ’em from ’em
boot off x, not santan, he might turn to rudolph on ’em
from this ben, we wave the cross, 38, we have shootouts on it
b*tch, this ain’t commercial housin’, stuck for life, this public homin’
dirty b*tch won’t come up off me, lyin’ to me, she f*ckin’ homie
i don’t give no f*ck ’bout homie, b*tch, i just don’t want you ’round me
i’m in that north, i’m strapped with choppers, how the f*ck they found me?
she got me tatted, but takin’ d*ck, one solid way to die on me
[chorus]
b*tch, you know that i don’t trust you, huh
grew up on the dark side, i got trust issues
i been turnt up, i been gone off jiggaboos, i been rollin’
made it out, my boo, she seen i’m rude, she can’t control me, yeah
keep that bag on me
i got bad b*tches, i just switched my swag on ’em
i’m tryna bring a fan with me
and i keep one tucked, i brought it in with me, uh, uh
drinkin’ on that lean, ain’t got no henn’ in it

[outro]
(timmy da hitman)

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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