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Artiste:
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Titre:
Morning
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Bitch, I know I do that thing, Louis V, track jeep, it ain't cheap Diamond rings, Chrome Heart, Prada me, baby, this shit cost a key Wireless key, baby wanna fuck me Thirty rounds in a .223, don't touch me I just came through swerving, turned up wit' it and I'm fucked up Had her in here swerving, drankin', wit it 'til she thrown up High in this bitch, hope the moon it don't come, yeah Hoe wave this stick round and round, 'til they run, yea If a bitch cross that line, if a bitch cross that line I got these bitches in a line, I make 'em all drop a dime Bitch, I had to turn that round, I was broke, I was down 'Til I went and ran back up them Ms, tell that broke bitch you clown Pussy-ass nigga ain't touching my swag [?] Pull up, I pull up a new G-Wagon, bitch, yеah, yeah Ask your nigga, tryna tell me hе ain't say nothin' We can get active, nigga, fuck you niggas I got blue racks inside my jacket, nigga I like McLaren 'cause it's faster Fuck that waiting, she gon' take it, then I turn up, go, go Wreck, now the bitch got no [?] I'ma take your top off 'bout that fetti, bitch, gone, he gone Buy designer switch for every bitch having sex in the room Bitch, you know I do that thing, Louis V, track jeep, it ain't cheap Diamond ring, Chrome Heart, Prada me, baby girl, this fit a key Wireless key, baby wanna fuck me Thirty rounds in a .223, don't touch me Strapped up, it ain't safe with me Hit across your face with heat Make her take it then I tell her go, go Came through swerving, turned up wit' it and I'm fucked up Had her in here swerving in this bitch, drankin' 'til she throwin' up High in this bitch, hope the moon, it don't come, yeah Hoe wave this stick round and round, 'til they run, yea