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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
This for them who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think that they thuggin', but the ain't
This for niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married choppa you know that she wit it
I her my ba-a-ae
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I be stuntin'
Got faced hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and keep on comin'
faces on me
I'm chasing money, from
Got a big on me

1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I do the dash in the winter, nigga fly like propella (brrr)
DJ Khaled, man I me another one
we do it, do it better
No, I'm not writing no
NBA new
These bitches shit, wanna suck on my dick
Right she fucked my nigga
She raising her when I battle
She me to go out, go faster
I think that I'm losing my
I think I need me a challenger
Back at it again, me and twins
Tag teamin' her friend, we her
She told me she but I know that she fake
Lil' shorty ain't me no capping her

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Again]
This for them bitches that's thinkin' they real, but they fake
for them niggas that's thinkin' that they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married choppa you know that she wit it
I call her my
These niggas shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I steady be
Got faced hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm that money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me

[Verse 2: Rondo]
Too many in my bank account
A lot of blue hunnits, a amount
Got a of some dope, put that shit on the boat
When it to the money, we ain't runnin' out
No money buried in Federal
hate but they ain't on my level though
I that they nowhere compatible
Smokin' Gelato and on medical
I'm really a felon, grippin' the FN, might catch me a ca-a-ase
Pull up to the show in a new Benz and we leave in a Wra-a-aith
I told all my niggas: "It's no new friends", these niggas be fa-a-ake
I got out my and got in the bag, 30 racks in a sa-a-afe
All of my niggas, they Crippin', they love them blue
I run that check up, I that's why they hatin'
Everyday I be drippin', brand new Balenci's
My shirt made by Louis, my shoes, they
My girl like that Gucci but I like the
It's a deuce in my cup, I don't with the Henny
chains 'round my neck cost a brand new Bent
If you try to come take it, get hit a semi
I the money, I want designer
I want that cause she look finer
I the Louis, I want the Fendi
I mix Chanel belts with
He in rap, so no, I can't sign him
He I was on, man I had to remind him
I'm not lost in the sauce, I be grindin'
Bust Rollie, perfect timing

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke
This for them who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for niggas who think that they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that you know that she wit it
I call her my
niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I still be
Got blue faced on me
keep goin' in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing that money, Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!