Letra de Clear - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Goddamn, BJ made another one

I come through the door, I walk through the door, I turn up for real (I turn up for real)

I'm clean in the snow, hoppin' down on yo' ho and you know how that is

Gotta pour me a four for to clean out my grill

You catch up, you can have me, she found me for real

Run it up, I been havin', I count up for real

That's a Audi, this Hemi mount up in the clear (Mount up, skrrt)

Yeah, bitch want me to turn her on to my swag (My swag)

Poppin' these seals, and I'm poppin' these tags

Popped at that nigga, I popped his ho

Shoot at them niggas, and pullin' off fast

Know that I put a new tag on his toe

Know that I'll buy a new bag for the ho

Know that I'll buy a new Jag' on the road

Know that I'll buy PT for my bros

Whole PT, drink all night long

Geek, not sleep don't call my phone

Tell that ho, "Leave me 'lone"

She stick on my side if I'm right or wrong

She'll never leave me, ohh

They know that I turn up, I turn up

I walk in, you know I'm the freshest, been hustlin' from sundown to the sun up

Know these niggas gon' die, they tried pressin', no interview, no I do not do no press

With that money, been liftin', look like I been pressin'

I'm likin' her figure I love her complexion

You know that I dig it, I say that she sexy

Yeah, bad bitch, young, wild, with long hair (With long hair)

Go dumb on that hoe, I turn up on that ho

I go buy and put VVS stones on that ho

I might Wrangler the Jeep, take Maybach to the store

I keep factory on, with Forgiato

They lookin' for YoungBoy like "Where's Waldo?"

I come through the door, I walk through the door, I turn up for real (I turn up for real)

I'm clean in the snow, hoppin' down on yo' ho and you know how that is

Gotta pour me a four for to clean out my grill

You catch up, you can have me, she found me for real

Run it up, I been havin', I count up for real

That's a Audi, this Hemi mount up in the clear

I get her whenever I want her

She know for a fact that I'm on her

They play and I'm leavin' shit dead on the corner

At your house, up in traffic, where ever they catch you lil' nigga

Youngin' up the Glizzy tryna bone 'em

Tryna fuck her it's fuck you lil' nigga

Know we tryn' put you up with your niggas

Shoot your body, and knock out your liver

Yeah, bad bitch, young, wild, with long hair (With long hair)

Go dumb on that hoe, I turn up on that ho

I go buy and put VVS stones on that ho

I might Wrangler the Jeep, take Maybach to the store

I keep factory on, with Forgiato

They lookin' for YoungBoy like "Where's Waldo?"

I come through the door, I walk through the door, I turn up for real (I turn up for real)

I'm clean in the snow, hoppin' down on yo' hoe and you know how that is

Gotta pour me a four for to clean out my grill

You catch up, you can have me, she found me for real

Run it up, I been havin', I count up for real

That's a Audi, this Hemi mount up in the clear

Goddamn, BJ made another one

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