Letra de My Address Public - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Come on, hmm

Come on, hmm

Come on, mmm

Come on, come on

Lil Top, nigga (D-Roc)

Woke up in the mornin', smoke my Newport like a camel, I need answers

I'm fucked up and I been contemplatin' 'bout blammin' 'em and slammin' 'em

Tryna stick you out your cannon, bitch, then lay you on a canvas

All this money layin' 'round this bitch, I'm long ways from sadly

I'm a savage like my daddy, I get active, yeah, you heard me

Tote .223s in my 23s, bitch make me pop out that 'Burban

Pussy niggas wan' swerve me, she heard about it, she worried

Pull on side me, open fire, I'm tryna do a bitch dirty

Ooh, ballin'

Who that is that's callin'? Tell 'em that I'm slime

Say ooh, I'm stalkin'

Tell him that I'm on 'em, my address public

'Cause I got a chopper 'round this motherfucker

I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something

She was on my dick and you know I fucked her

Over a million dollars layin' on the table

I got my cutter, nigga

Yeah, bitch, come and fuck with me

Two-four-seven gettin' it, I been tryna make a way

I, I been grindin', tryna make a livin'

Baby girl, you the sickest, why you hidin'?

I fly you private, come fuck with me, yeah

Yeah, fly you to my city, yeah

Salt Lake, this my business, bitch

Pressed, why you up in it? Yeah

I'm Kentrell, yeah, you see me winnin'

I'm the one who split him when I got fresh out of prison

Pour up on that keke, I'm YB, you know me

Poured up off that codeine, I'm strapped, I'm movin' slowly

I'm so fuckin' lonely, I been needin' her for to hold me

But once I put it on her, she want money, get from 'round me

I'm a fuckin' gunner, still that same way that they found me

At the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin' through my teeth

Friends posted some years later, I'm happy who ain't fuck with me

And bitch, you better not fuck with me, you know I got this gun on me, hmm

Ballin'

Who that is that's callin'? Tell 'em that I'm slime

Say ooh, I'm stalkin'

Tell him that I'm on 'em, my address public

'Cause I got a chopper 'round this motherfucker

I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something

She was on my dick and you know I fucked her

Over a million dollars layin' on the table

I got my cutter, nigga

Pour up on that keke, I'm YB, you know me

Poured up off that codeine, I'm strapped, I'm movin' slowly

I'm so fuckin' lonely, I been needin' her for to hold me

But once I put it on her, she want money, get from 'round me

I'm a fuckin' gunner, still that same way that they found me

At the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin' through my teeth

Friends posted some years later, I'm happy who ain't fuck with me

And bitch, you better not fuck with me, you know I got this gun on me

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