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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Get Right Lyrics
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Yung Lan on the track
Get right

Had to zip me a lil' nigga, show him I'm official
They said I'm pussy, now they tryna play me like a killer
Talk like I'm retarded, I went put them diamonds in my dental
Money is my army, drop a bag when I get the feelin'
Shawty got me in my feelings, I couldn't get no ass (ass)
Jhonni Blaze, got her mad, I ain't text her back (back)

But she just mad 'cause she sad with no f*ckin' cash (bitch)
Ain't got no cash and she mad 'cause she f*ckin' sad (let's go)

Slim chick, big ol' titties like she Tokyo
When we flyin' out of state, they'll make it to a show
What I tell a nigga when he say he want smoke
Yeah, with youngin' askin' do I want Capone's out the store

Brick talkin' on the job, short with some old niggas
Floating in a, four fifty Benz with a cold killer
Convicted felon posted in the North with a dirty pistol
Do that time, he ain't got no mind, quick to show a nigga
They said I mastermind the game, they tryna burn me out
Bullshit to that lil' nigga that they talk about
Benz coupe switch to a Benz truck, I'm whippin' out
I could see they never thought we make bitches change their thoughts
With my lil' Muslim, man we pullin' up at any store
Bitch you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk up in that hoe
Play and you get blues, I work their bitches like a telephone
I'm not from Iraq, that bitch goes blat, I'ma let it blow
Make her touch her legs, while I'm pullin Remy out her head
My bitch right here, can't speak on that, I know I do that bad

But she just mad 'cause she sad with no f*ckin' cash (cash)
Ain't got no cash and she mad 'cause she f*ckin' sad (f*ckin' sad)

Slim chick, big ol' titties like she Tokyo (Jets)
When we flyin' out of state, they'll make it to a show (bet)
What I tell a nigga when he say he want smoke
Yeah, with youngin' askin' do I want Capone's out the store

With my lil' Muslim, man we pullin' up at any store
Bitch you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk on any hoe
Play and you get blues, I work their bitches like a telephone
I'm not from Iraq, that bitch goes bang, I'ma let it blow
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Yung Lan on the track
Get right

Had to zip me a lil' nigga, show him I'm official
They said I'm pussy, now they tryna play me like a killer
Talk like I'm retarded, I went put them diamonds in my dental
Money is my army, drop a bag when I get the feelin'
Shawty got me in my feelings, I couldn't get no ass (ass)
Jhonni Blaze, got her mad, I ain't text her back (back)

But she just mad 'cause she sad with no f*ckin' cash (bitch)
Ain't got no cash and she mad 'cause she f*ckin' sad (let's go)

Slim chick, big ol' titties like she Tokyo
When we flyin' out of state, they'll make it to a show
What I tell a nigga when he say he want smoke
Yeah, with youngin' askin' do I want Capone's out the store

Brick talkin' on the job, short with some old niggas
Floating in a, four fifty Benz with a cold killer
Convicted felon posted in the North with a dirty pistol
Do that time, he ain't got no mind, quick to show a nigga
They said I mastermind the game, they tryna burn me out
Bullshit to that lil' nigga that they talk about
Benz coupe switch to a Benz truck, I'm whippin' out
I could see they never thought we make bitches change their thoughts
With my lil' Muslim, man we pullin' up at any store
Bitch you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk up in that hoe
Play and you get blues, I work their bitches like a telephone
I'm not from Iraq, that bitch goes blat, I'ma let it blow
Make her touch her legs, while I'm pullin Remy out her head
My bitch right here, can't speak on that, I know I do that bad

But she just mad 'cause she sad with no f*ckin' cash (cash)
Ain't got no cash and she mad 'cause she f*ckin' sad (f*ckin' sad)

Slim chick, big ol' titties like she Tokyo (Jets)
When we flyin' out of state, they'll make it to a show (bet)
What I tell a nigga when he say he want smoke
Yeah, with youngin' askin' do I want Capone's out the store

With my lil' Muslim, man we pullin' up at any store
Bitch you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk on any hoe
Play and you get blues, I work their bitches like a telephone
I'm not from Iraq, that bitch goes bang, I'ma let it blow
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Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Milan Modi
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING


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