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• Artiste: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
• Titre: No Alarm
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(That's Vade on the keys) Dope, dope, dope, dope I told her don't tell nothin' She wouldn't be with me I ain't have nothin' I told her that she don't love me Up and she moved on, she see that I'm still thuggin' Smokin' joe's calm my nerves down I hope I don't hear my alarm You niggas won't leave out my home Protect my family with these dirty guns You niggas know you dead wrong You niggas know you dead wrong now For all that soldier, hatin' you been doin' Had a few fuck ups, but, I showed the kids how to do it Now they sayin' an influence Found another thorough way for to do it I done found my way in this game, paid, lеft and came into it A wealthy man, but a fuckin' shame how hе doped up, the fuck he doin'? Livin' life like I'm on my own, they don't know what's wrong A snake my symbol, that mean I'm a type of nigga, cutthroat to the bone Better get your ass on wit' that pussy shit always actin like somethin' wrong Dick holdin' ass nigga always tryna make a nigga put 'em on I won't give him a bone Treat the rap game like the dope, so tell the label I ain't takin' no shorts I'm thuggin' in this bitch, a sign of pure ignorance, but a businessman at heart And I'm chillin', ready for this shit to get shiggity I'ma make the daylight out of dark I'ma leave the scene and spin back around and kill that boy so nobody saw How you love that Playboy? Know I bang hard, rock n' roll wit' guitars Into the venue, strapped up wit' my rocket, and I got that choppa in the car I end you nigga, you'll make me pop you want war wit' my boy Shooter name, "Big E," he tote that choppa and he come straight out of Cedar (Shh) I better not hear nothin' in my home Got my daughter in this house, you niggas know you dead wrong No, you will not make it out, cut your fuckin' throat Come on let's get it on, hide my girl and daughter and tell her silent her phone, nigga Dope, dope, dope, dope I told her don't tell nothin' She wouldn't be with me I ain't have nothin' I told her that she don't love me Up and she moved on, she see that I'm still thuggin' Smokin' joe's calm my nerves down I hope I don't hear my alarm You niggas won't leave out my home Protect my family with these dirty guns You niggas know you dead wrong