Letra de Badder Than Yours - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Yo, Cam, load that beat up real quick)

Ayy, ayy, block your auto

Huh? (BJ, this a hit)

My bitch bad than yours, my bitch bad than yours

My bitch badder than yours, my bitch badder than yours

My bitch bad than yours, my bitch badder than yours

My bitch badder than yours, my bitch badder than yours

I got her slidin' in a foreign, yeah

Rockin' all these diamonds, plenty watches on her arm, yeah

And she hold my choppers, I get locked up, she make bond, yeah

Bitch, it ain't no problem, that's my motherfuckin'—

Bitch, that's my wife, bitch, that's my partner, yeah

I do own that shit, baby, ho, I'm Lil Top, yeah (Yeah)

Buddha Baby, Buddha Baby (Uh), huh, on that Wock' (Baow)

I can't forget molly, I'm sorry, baby, I do ice

I think I'm the son of Santa, all this motherfuckin' ice on me

I throw— on me (Wow)

I got Roxy on me (Yeah)

I got that weapon (Ho, ho, hey)

Huh, bitch, I got that strap on me (Baow, baow)

Got that pack on me (Top)

Um, bitch, bitch, get back on me (Kentrell)

Bitch, run up on me, Montana make your ass back up off me (Pussy, huh)

Man, I swear to God, man, we— man, that—

Man, the reference so pressure

I'm sayin' words, but I really ain't sayin' words

I'm talkin' 'bout, ayy, what's the motherfuckin' word?

Nigga, we'll leave you on the curb, boy

Swing the thirty, mm-mm, do shit dirty, bitch, bitch

Interstate, we swervin' shit, gon' make that dirty thirty hit

Fuck your Glock, you ain't no murderer, nigga, you don't know 'bout this

Around my trigger, I put tape, and I put tape around my kicks

You ain't got no booty, ugly trick, tennis ball, I'll kick ya, bitch

Old broke-ass ho, I'll buy you shoes, Buddha Baby, I'm on that shit

I got my XD, hold on, triple three, Kell got a stick

Nigga, you don't see my bitch face and her ass? Yeah

My bitch bad than yours, my bitch bad than yours (Wow)

My bitch badder than yours (Yeah), my bitch badder than yours (Top)

My bitch bad than yours (Let's do it), my bitch badder than yours (Come on)

My bitch badder than yours, my bitch badder than yours (Hit it, hit it, Kentrell)

I got her slidin' in a foreign, yeah ('Veeta)

Rockin' all these diamonds (Yeah), plenty watches on her arm, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

And she hold my choppers (Yeah, wow), I get locked up, she make bond, yeah

Bitch, it ain't no problem (Wow), that's my motherfuckin'—

Bitch, that's my wife, bitch, that's my partner, yeah

Huh, bitch, what it is?

This Petey, lil' nigga, boy

What the fuck you on? Klemenza daddy, ayy

I'm talkin' 'bout

You know how I get down, nigga, this Jazlyn husband

I been thuggin', I get it on, man

You can't find nothin' better, this that Slime Cry

We gon' talk too much, we gon' get off into some gangster shit, yeah

I'm on that shit, so if you don't understand my words, just play it back

Just play it back, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah (Nigga, yeah)

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