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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but they fake
This for them niggas who 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 still be
Got faced hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on
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, young nigga fly like (brrr)
DJ Khaled, man I need me one
we do it, do it better
No, I'm not writing no
NBA new
These bitches ain't shit, wanna suck on my
Right after she fucked my
She raising her when I battle
She tell me to go out, go
I that I'm losing my stamina
I think that I need me a
Back at it again, just me and
Tag her friend, we having her
She told me she real but I that she fake
shorty ain't told me no capping her

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

2: Quando Rondo]
Too many bands in my bank
A lot of blue hunnits, a amount
Got a brick of dope, put that shit on the boat
When it to the money, we ain't runnin' out
No money in that Federal
hate but they ain't on my level though
I swear that they compatible
Gelato and sippin' on medical
I'm a felon, still grippin' the FN, might catch me a ca-a-ase
up to the show in a brand new Benz and we leave in a Wra-a-aith
I told all my niggas: "It's no new friends", cause niggas be fa-a-ake
I got out my feelings and got in the bag, 30 racks in a
All of my niggas, they Crippin', they them blue Benji's
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 the Fendi
It's a deuce in my cup, I fuck with the Henny
These chains 'round my cost a brand new Bent
If you try to come it, get hit with a semi
I want the money, I want
I want bitch cause she look finer
I the Louis, I want the Fendi
I mix Chanel belts Givenchy
He cappin' in rap, so no, I sign him
He forgot I was on, man I had to him
I'm not lost in the sauce, everyday I be
down Rollie, perfect timing

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