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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Versace Shades Lyrics



YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Versace Shades Lyrics




Uh, hol' up, hol' up
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Yeah, yeah

Black Versace shades
One million for a car, I just hope that it don't break
I say, "Baby, see these chains I got on?" I say, "Baby"
I stay strapped down with my chrome, mm-mm
Baow, mm-mm
Baow, that Lil Top, nigga
You already know what it is, you know how I rock

I grew up sellin' dope off grandpa porch
Want smoke? You know I keep my pole
Can't trust nobody 'cause my soul always gettin' mistreated, damn
I need me a bad ho, I need me a bad bitch
Gon' hold me down and help me hide this dirty money from Uncle Sam
I be on them bars and I stay rollin'
I can't control it, baby, no, I can't control it, baby
Killed that bitch, he's talkin' beef, right now, he the one I'm smokin'
I got a problem, baby, tried to smoke his homie, baby
Designer coupe, huh, I change out my shoes
You f*ck with me, huh, then I f*ck with you
I keep my pistol stuck on me like glue
You try one motherf*ckin' thang and I'm gon' shoot
"Kentrell, I love you" (Bae, I love you, love you), I love you too
But I'm f*cked up inside the streets, the FBI wan' see me through
Drivin' a Rolls-Royce and it's long just like a bus, yeah, yeah
Porsche 911, eight-hundred-thousand-dollar watch on top of my hand
We could have a baby, we could do anything, we could just be friends
We'll shoot your ex out with that cutter that I just got from my kin
Please don't trust nobody 'round me, they'll do you in
They'll shoot you clean inside your head, gave fifty grand to my twin
What the f*ck you mean? I done come from low income
Ever since I've been up, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
My wife ring a million dollars, hundred rounds for a hundred problems
Run down, spray him and his partner, bang, bitch, bang, nigga

I walked in this bitch with black Versace shades
One million for a car, I just hope that it don't break
I say, "Baby, see these chains I got on?" I say, "Baby"
I stay strapped down with my chrome, mm-mm
Baow, mm-mm (Slime, slime, slime)
Baow, that Lil Top, nigga (Uh, uh, uh)
You already know what it is, you know how I rock

Slime, slime
This YoungBoy, nigga
This Big Velveeta
How you been living, 5?
"Kentrell, I love you," bae, I love you, love you
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
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Uh, hol' up, hol' up
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Yeah, yeah

Black Versace shades
One million for a car, I just hope that it don't break
I say, "Baby, see these chains I got on?" I say, "Baby"
I stay strapped down with my chrome, mm-mm
Baow, mm-mm
Baow, that Lil Top, nigga
You already know what it is, you know how I rock

I grew up sellin' dope off grandpa porch
Want smoke? You know I keep my pole
Can't trust nobody 'cause my soul always gettin' mistreated, damn
I need me a bad ho, I need me a bad bitch
Gon' hold me down and help me hide this dirty money from Uncle Sam
I be on them bars and I stay rollin'
I can't control it, baby, no, I can't control it, baby
Killed that bitch, he's talkin' beef, right now, he the one I'm smokin'
I got a problem, baby, tried to smoke his homie, baby
Designer coupe, huh, I change out my shoes
You f*ck with me, huh, then I f*ck with you
I keep my pistol stuck on me like glue
You try one motherf*ckin' thang and I'm gon' shoot
"Kentrell, I love you" (Bae, I love you, love you), I love you too
But I'm f*cked up inside the streets, the FBI wan' see me through
Drivin' a Rolls-Royce and it's long just like a bus, yeah, yeah
Porsche 911, eight-hundred-thousand-dollar watch on top of my hand
We could have a baby, we could do anything, we could just be friends
We'll shoot your ex out with that cutter that I just got from my kin
Please don't trust nobody 'round me, they'll do you in
They'll shoot you clean inside your head, gave fifty grand to my twin
What the f*ck you mean? I done come from low income
Ever since I've been up, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
My wife ring a million dollars, hundred rounds for a hundred problems
Run down, spray him and his partner, bang, bitch, bang, nigga

I walked in this bitch with black Versace shades
One million for a car, I just hope that it don't break
I say, "Baby, see these chains I got on?" I say, "Baby"
I stay strapped down with my chrome, mm-mm
Baow, mm-mm (Slime, slime, slime)
Baow, that Lil Top, nigga (Uh, uh, uh)
You already know what it is, you know how I rock

Slime, slime
This YoungBoy, nigga
This Big Velveeta
How you been living, 5?
"Kentrell, I love you," bae, I love you, love you
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Tavian Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.





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