Letra de Groovy - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

Yeah

(DMac on the fuckin' track)

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, ooh

I got it on right now

I don't see why the fuck they be tryna act like I ain't that thing (They know, they know)

When they already know how I been holdin' these Ms

When they know we left opps dead soon as we see 'em (They know)

Takin' care from the North to the jail (Ah, ah, ah)

From the cell to the house that's sittin' on top of the hill (Bitch, let's get it)

Come and see how I live, bitch, what? (What?)

Come check it out 'fore you ready to talk (What? What?)

I got these foreigns that's sittin' in row (Ah)

Whole lot of plaques that's goin' down my wall

I got some shit that I'm waitin' to put on

I got designer I ain't never worn

I just got me some shit I'ma mix with VLONE

Ain't no stealin' my drip (Ain't no stealin' my drip)

Tell these niggas "Don't trip", 'cause I got it on me

Ain't no sense for to live if you ain't thinkin' clear

'Cause you're bound to get killed if you run up on me (On me)

I went just from bummy, now I got a whole lotta money

Keep me a fat ass real bad bitch

Got a whole lotta kids, and I stack it up for 'em

These people be talkin' 'bout me like they know me

And I got that condo buildin', Aston Martin

And I never stay once, so never catch me foldin'

I got tricks and techniques like I'm on law and order

Shawty a freak inside of the sheets

She turnin' a whole Chanel in the water (What?)

Look at my neck and my wrist, it's a faucet

Bitch, I'm way too saucy, and somewhere unbothered

Hold on, ooh, you ain't never met a slime like this before

Hold on, ooh, she ain't never had a nigga buy her this before

Hold on, ooh, pay for a lotta shit, can't pronounce most of these clothes

I had more than three, can't pronounce some of my hoes

And I come and get jiggy (And I come and get jiggy)

I get groovy on these hoes, whole lot of sticks with me

All these shooters, that's my bros

I jumped out fly as shit from out her Bentley, huh?

These niggas be likin' my clothes (They cray)

These niggas be likin' my hoes (They cray)

Your ho wanna stay in my home (They cray)

This ho wanna fuck in the Rolls

Got hit on top of the McLaren

My stylist be stuntin' me up, feelin' lovely

Don't know where it started, it got me like "Damn"

Ain't no taxin' the rich, and that is including me (Me)

Get 'round the bases and beat Uncle Sam

You be talkin' that shit, but you know who I am

Try me, die in this bitch, tell whoever I dare 'em (What?)

Whip out my **** and lil' shawty said "Damn"

I'm richer than Richard, ain't playin' with you mean

See, I ran it up quickly, that's sixty somethin' million

Inside one deal, gotta know that it's given

I got your bitch up inside where I live

Helpin' me pick out clothes, I give her the business

So many, they thinkin' I'm pimpin', I switch 'em out

Like I be changing my linen out

Hit your bitch, like bowlin' ball (Baow)

I'ma slid the 'Vette and the bitch all Black

Abercombie denim, real rockstar nigga swag

You can lean too hard, you gon' get your ass smashed (Baow)

Nissan on the skyline, ridin' on track

Shoot you from the back, then I paint my nails red

'Cause it be the same color as my flag

Hold on, ooh, you ain't never met a slime like this before

Hold on, ooh, she ain't never had a nigga buy her this before

Hold on, ooh, pay for a lotta shit, can't pronounce most of these clothes

I had more than three, can't pronounce some of my hoes

And I come and get jiggy (And I come and get jiggy)

I get groovy on these hoes, whole lot of sticks with me

All these shooters, that's my bros

I jumped out fly as shit from out her Bentley, huh?

These niggas be likin' my clothes (They cray)

These niggas be likin' my hoes (They cray)

Your ho wanna stay in my home (They cray)

Damn, that's crazy

That's crazy, bro

These niggas be likin' my clothes, they be tryna steal the swag

And these niggas like my hoes, like

Damn, that's crazy, that's cray

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