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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Louie V Lyrics
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(Ayo E Go Krazy)
(ISM)
(This a Trvilll cook up)

Huh, Louis V on my jacket, I need to go black in most my clothes
I don't even wanna chill if bad hoes ain't involved
And I don't give not one f*ck 'bout what these niggas think at all
Uppin' it up, I don't need no Adderal

She bought a bag from MaxField
She know how to handle the sack, oh, well
Give a f*ck 'bout a critic
Suck a dick, tell 'em all, "Go to Hell"
I got sick, now I'm never gon' fail
Pull her hair, and I smack on her tail
I'm the shit, bitch, I'm poppin'
See me swag, don't you cop it
Pull up in that Rocky with Rick Owen
Huh, bitch come give your all to me (Uh, Benz, G, Wagon)
I'm drippin', I'm up in this motherf*ckin' Thrasher

Set trippin', I'm up in this motherf*ckin' Thrashin'
I'ma shoot at them dudes (brrt, baow)
'Cause they doin' all that flaggin'
Hold on, YB move too cool
And I run the league like I'm John Madden
Yeah, sun lean bad bitch, I dress her up in Poochie too (Oh, wow)
Shoot that crew, know they do that too
Ho, you got me naked, and I eat your food
I'm gonna buy white gold
Get your bitch for to go up and down on the pole
I'm active around this bitch, yeah, I smack on her ass tell her put up her phone

Huh, Louis V on my jacket, I need to go black in most my clothes
I don't even wanna chill if bad hoes ain't involved
And I don't give not one f*ck 'bout what these niggas think at all
Uppin' it up, I ain't need no Adderal
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(Ayo E Go Krazy)
(ISM)
(This a Trvilll cook up)

Huh, Louis V on my jacket, I need to go black in most my clothes
I don't even wanna chill if bad hoes ain't involved
And I don't give not one f*ck 'bout what these niggas think at all
Uppin' it up, I don't need no Adderal

She bought a bag from MaxField
She know how to handle the sack, oh, well
Give a f*ck 'bout a critic
Suck a dick, tell 'em all, "Go to Hell"
I got sick, now I'm never gon' fail
Pull her hair, and I smack on her tail
I'm the shit, bitch, I'm poppin'
See me swag, don't you cop it
Pull up in that Rocky with Rick Owen
Huh, bitch come give your all to me (Uh, Benz, G, Wagon)
I'm drippin', I'm up in this motherf*ckin' Thrasher

Set trippin', I'm up in this motherf*ckin' Thrashin'
I'ma shoot at them dudes (brrt, baow)
'Cause they doin' all that flaggin'
Hold on, YB move too cool
And I run the league like I'm John Madden
Yeah, sun lean bad bitch, I dress her up in Poochie too (Oh, wow)
Shoot that crew, know they do that too
Ho, you got me naked, and I eat your food
I'm gonna buy white gold
Get your bitch for to go up and down on the pole
I'm active around this bitch, yeah, I smack on her ass tell her put up her phone

Huh, Louis V on my jacket, I need to go black in most my clothes
I don't even wanna chill if bad hoes ain't involved
And I don't give not one f*ck 'bout what these niggas think at all
Uppin' it up, I ain't need no Adderal
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Writer: Kentrell DeSean Gaulden
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