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• Artiste: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
• Titre: Combat Boots
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Ayy I don't know who I am anymore Like, it's like, for the things which I understand and You know from all the, all the unfocused hands (This a Menace beat) And I'm strivin' inside, inside, inside of the game that I play I, I ain't finna do all that poppin', you hear me? These pussy-ass niggas ain't layin' how we lay, look Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Ain't nothin' to talk about, we chalk 'em out I'ma pull my Rolls Royce out, 'bout time I floss, bitch, I done walked around I kept my chest poked out, I sat it in jail, bitch, I ain't make a sound Went Harbor Freight for a ten-pound jack, I done stepped on that, my bro sells pounds From the car with the strap, how I walk shit down Mama, I'm sorry, I was tired of that starvin', I thought about you every day, it wasn't hardly I'm workin', they know I ain't goin' to no party, was hurtin', today, I could buy a Ferrari Standin' on business, they runnin' to Maury Kickin' my pimpin, I'm livin' like Hendrix It's sealy, I'm sippin', I'm not a guitarist Jason, I'm ready, relapsin', I'm screamin' out, "MASA" I'm screamin' out, "Murder," I'm caught up contractin' Put a hit on a pastor Put a switch on a thirty, get dirty, get active Nigga better get at me I been hurtin', but I'm workin', can't let go the tactic I recovered the package, celebrate in a cabin From my Baton Rouge roots (Roots) Combat boots (Boots) Fires in the coupe (Shoot) Poppin' at you (Ooh) From a cell block to here (Here) Millions out the roof I just triple-crossed these bitches Look at how I proved From my Baton Rouge roots (Roots) Combat boots (Boots) Fires in the coupe (Shoot) Poppin' at you (Ooh) From a cell block to here (Here) Millions out the roof I just triple-crossed these bitches Look at how I proved (Oh) Let me catch my breath, huh, lean, I'm on autopilot Catch a nigga and I swear (Grrah), I ain't gon' tell nobody, uh Bitch wanna show her body, huh, uh, come on, pop it (Top) Foreign, I'm ridin' exotic (Huh, uh), I won't lie to you Get up, do this for you, gotta tell you the truth When I feel I done won, then I'm headed to you Plan on makin' you smile and all of my kids I been holdin' within, you never once know I'm hurtin', but I'm focused, I'm ready to start the challenge I'm ready, come on, come on When this shit get bad, you can tell the game that I'm causin' damage Runnin' over whoever they dump From my Baton Rouge roots (Roots) Combat boots (Boots) Fires in the coupe (Shoot) Poppin' at you (Ooh) From a cell block to here (Here) Millions out the roof I just triple-crossed these bitches Look at how I proved From my Baton Rouge roots (Roots) Combat boots (Boots) Fires in the coupe (Shoot) Poppin' at you (Ooh) From a cell block to here (Here) Millions out the roof I just triple-crossed these bitches Look at how I proved