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• Artiste: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
• Titre: Double Cup
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Ha, double cup my styrofoam, 'cause you know I like my lean cold on ice Thinkin' 'bout you late inside my room, 'cause you know I didn't forget about your stone cold eyes Home, three inside the mornin' And she blowin' up my phone, tellin' me she want me 'Member the first time I leaned off lean-lean-lean-lean Know I make sure that she never want for anything Her conscience still gon' make the phone ring-ring-ring Might block her from my line, that's gon' make her pull up on me, come wait down Huh, I don't know what's goin' on, but know that Patek could be brown, huh I could switch the band up, no, don't make me flash out Lure you out that room, now sit your ass down You gon' stop that bad-mouth Know it smell and I'm straight layin' 'round Clingin' from brain down, grab her, push her brain down Now you know I'ma leave a stain 'round, them fuck-niggas gon' get banged down Hold me down, told you, "You know I'd never lead you wrong" They don't fuck with me, you know that I don't need 'em 'round Ha, double cup my styrofoam, 'cause you know I like my lean cold on ice Thinkin' 'bout you late inside my room, 'cause you know I didn't forget about your stone cold eyes Ha, you How you been livin' and doin'? See you love that nigga you been screwin' And when you seein' I'm workin', I do this Play with my lean, remember I fixed her up, then unscrewed the bitch Know I love you deep, but say, not more than this, I say "That's a lie" Yeah, ride around deep inside of a Honda Civic, with pounds in the ride (Yeah) In Dallas and Houston, PT, gotta get it, I'm buyin' it out every time Whatever we do, gotta make sure we get it, and you know they gon' hate on our grind To the top, I'ma climb, try to follow behind they gon' fall I fuck up and I buy out the mall I fuck up and it end in her drawls Tote that gun like Rambo, that's a log When I pull that bitch out they gon' pause I be drinkin' so much that I'm clogged Gon' be drinkin' all the way to mornin', I landed on mars Ha, double cup my styrofoam, 'cause you know I like my lean cold on ice Thinkin' 'bout you late inside my room, 'cause you know I didn't forget about your stone cold eyes