YoungBoy Never Broke Again – AI Nash Lyrics

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[Intro]
BJ on the beat, boy
Why the temperature say eighty degrees and I’m the only one fucking cold in here?
Maybe ’cause you’re the only one with all these god damn chains on
You think?
Goddamn, BJ with another one

[Chorus]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin’ up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans

[Verse 1]
Take a duck, get some Woods from the store (Uh-huh)
Actin’ tough, put some wood on a ho (On a ho)
Put in Lambo when we ride like some hunters
In the jungle, in the neck of woods with my bros
Ask for trouble, I ain’t never gone fold
When they go down we gone see who gone froze
Got my chain on freeze
Don’t correct the way I speak if I ain’t fucking up my count
Ayy, why you watch for what I’m doing?
She took shots, I won over top
I’m on a lap, but won’t go overboard (Uh-huh)
I’m feelin’ her, she feelin’ Lil Top
I be wantin’ someone else every time I get bored
On my son, I go ‘Sace, you play all the chords
If you got off of a hit I ain’t never ignore
And the diamond you want I got cake to afford
Wake up chasing the money, we making the four, yeah

[Bridge]
They don’t wanna ride with the slime (Let’s go)
Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime
She want take all the time for her to play with my mind
She tryna fuck up my grind, ain’t no way, a nigga slime, ooh

[Chorus]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash (Thirteen)
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin’ up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans

[Verse 2]
Car go, from a push of a button
Gun go, from a look, all of a sudden
I got money steady coming as I’m spinnin; every hundred
Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna
Why she dissing on a nigga? I ain’t stuntin’ on a ho
I got money, I said, I can transform in this ho
Make a bitch 4KTrey, I’ma loan me a ho
Cut the grass full of snakes, tell the lawn mower, blow

[Chorus]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag (Woo)
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin’ up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans

[Refrain]
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans (Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans)
Got my VPN on
Whoever tryna follow me (Whoever tryna follow me)
In a safe location, close to sea (Safe location, close to sea)
Hide out on the beach, no literally (Hide out on the beach, no literally)

[Verse 3]
Away from the drama, it’s just me and me
And my fifth baby mama (And my fifth baby mama)
You don’t want no problems, got that .45 up in this bitch
That motor stopper (That what herm call it)
They took red out the market, got six in the paint
For the three K, I cap it (Three K, I cap it)
Bought a watch like a ten K the x with the safe ‘fore I come out my pocket (Boy, I come out my pocket)
I had to make me some spiritual choices
To knock off his noggin (Boy, knock off his noggin)
I wanted some shit with more horses
I went to the lot had to widen the body
Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick
And don’t tell nobody about it
Cut you off, like the hair on your twat, bitch
I got youngins, they ready to stop shit

[Chorus]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin’ up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans

[Outro]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag (Skrt)
I’m tryna take the whole team in (Nah)
I got enough rooms for all they ass (It’s on)
BJ on the beat, boy

4count – Snapback Lyrics

(4Count is incredible)

[Chorus:]
I think I’m, I’m in love with you
The party’s over girl, it’s almost two
I think you, you should leave your crew
But baby, I just wanna rock with you
Rock you like my snapback
Rock you like my snapback
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock you like my snapback
Rock you like my snapback
Rock you like my snapback
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock you like my snapback

[Verse 1:]
See the club close in 15
She love the way that I lean
Green eyes, high beams
Got a tear drop like Visine
Excuse me, I mean, uh, pardon me
Can I be the way to touch yo body? (the one to touch yo body)
Before me was hardly a star, see, I be the man
Snapback, jeans, clean white tee, and a pair of vans
Some fans come fast with a whole lotta ass in yoga pants
But a jam like this make you wanna slow dance

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
L-O-V-E-S-N-A-P-B-A-C-K
4Loco, how we play
4Count gang, what we say
Keep this shit on replay
I said keep this shit on replay
Yeah, keep this shit on replay
When we stay where the heat play
Make ’em scream like D. Wade
Flashing on them heat wave, Armstrong like BJ
Have her in her pj’s by the time we hit the freeway
No, lil mama, I can’t pay, I’m trynna hit the freeway

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Rock you, rock you, rock you like my snapback
You should back it up, drop it low
Yeah, I like that
See it in your eyes, body lookin’ right
Hands up high, ass down low
Baby imma take my snapback, put it on you
Turn it to the back, baby girl, you look cute
I’m headed for the door, club’s about to close
Keep my hat on, but take off all your clothes, oh!

[Chorus]

Nasaan – Lil’ Boy Lyrics (feat. Bernard Jabs)

[Intro]
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Yeah)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Yeah)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Yeah, yeah)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Ayy)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]
I say hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Ayy)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Yeah, yeah)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Ayy)
He don’t want no static (Ha)
He don’t wan’ go at it (No way)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (What happenin’?)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (What happenin’?)

[Verse 1]
When I say lick, gone like a stain (Yeah), won’t come ’round again (Yeah)
Talk down on my game, put some change all on they brains (Change all on it)
Yeah, he tote that forty, but he do not got no aim (Brrt-brrt)
I don’t rock no Hane’, this is Alexander Wang (Shi-)
Thought that boy was blind ’cause he walk ’round with that cane (Walk ’round with that)
His gun went to bang and it kickin’ like Liu Kang (Brrrt-brrrt)
Spent the five and landed, that lil’ boy, he not the same (Boy, he not the)
My jewelry gon’ bling, if he like that, make it rain (Ooh)

[Chorus]
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Yeah)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Yeah)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Ha)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Ha-ha)
He don’t want no static (Nah)
He don’t wan’ go at it (Wha)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (What happenin’?)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (What happenin’?)

[Post-Chorus]
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Happenin’)
Know he down to ride (Yeah)
He said he wanted smoke so tell that pussy, “Come outside” (Yeah)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Happenin’)
Know he down to ride (Yeah)
He said he wanted smoke so tell that pussy, “Come outside” (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Money automatic (Cash), guns is automatic (Brrrt)
Sailor on my jacket (Woo), see these niggas jackin’ (These niggas jack)
Nigga think we sweet so somehow nigga keep a ratchet (We keep that heat)
BJ, he don’t tuck and see, no, keep it in his jacket (Yeah)
Pistol automatic (Ayy), money automatic (Ayy)
Blow through like a ten ‘fore I finally start to stack it (Start to stack it)
See these niggas copy every day, boy, I’m your daddy (Bitch, I’m your pops)
He don’t want no static (Ayy), he don’t wan’ go at it (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Yeah)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Yeah)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Ha)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Ha-ha)
He don’t want no static (Nah)
He don’t wan’ go at it (Wha)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (What happenin’?)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (What happenin’?)

[Post-Chorus]
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Happenin’)
Know he down to ride (Yeah)
He said he wanted smoke so tell that pussy, “Come outside” (Yeah)
Hey lil’ boy, what happenin’? (Happenin’)
Know he down to ride (Yeah)
He said he wanted smoke so tell that pussy, “Come outside” (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
Ay, lil’ bitch, what’s happenin’? Tell that nigga, “Come outside” (Yeah)
We be on that Kevin Gates shit, never tired
If we ever catch you lurkin’ just know that might be yo’ time
And if you ever wanted static you can get it anytime
We can flip just like a dime, yeah, bitch, you know what’s up
Thought his shit was bulletproof but they still shot it up
Shorty want her ass fatter, takin’ needles in the butt
Niggas dyin’ ’bout these hoes, you gon’ fight over that slut?
Damn

[Outro]
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy
Yeah, gotta come down right there
Yeah
Yeah, keep all that shit

Quando Rondo – Perfect Timing Lyrics

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[Intro]
Trell’s on the track
Goddamn, BJ with another one

[Chorus]
I came out a roarin’ lion
I survived through the toughest of climates
They was selling them dreams, I didn’t buy it
I went straight to the top with my mindset
Patek Philippe my wrist timeless, I call that shit perfect timing
I call that shit perfect timing, everyday on that block we was grinding
See I didn’t really have a thing, I was tryna get some guala
See they were way before the fame, [?] told me stack every dollar
[?] plain, and all my diamond they flawless
She wanna fuck and just live with a young n**** ‘cuz she know that I’m on some boss shit
When I come through, they like “aw shit”

[Verse 1]
I told my n****s I’m getting us all rich
Got the package that just coming through federal doors, I call the [?]
[?] lovin’ these hoes, these b****s be about all dicks
We codefendants when we caught that case, I’m the one that [?]
If I go broke today, we gone messed up with K’s
I’ma run in the bank say this is a stick-up, I need everything out the safe
They know that nobody safe, I play there where nobody play
They know that nobody, they know that nobody, they know that nobody safe
I turn my dream to reality, I swear to god its a shame, yeah
I had a hustle mentality, I’m grinding hard everyday
I reminisce ’bout the tragedies, got my lil dog in the grave
Got my lil dog, got my lil dog, got my lil dog in the grave
I see the hurt on my mother face, and I see the hurt on my brother face
Had to get off my ass and go out and get it, I couldn’t do it no other way
What you know about paper chasing, on the floor sleeping in the basement
Out the mud, got it out the pavement
Riding before the judge before you make a statement
11 years old felt it in my soul, I’ma die in these streets
Bullets spraying round not letting me down, pray before I go to sleep
My momma told me better look both ways or you lose your life in these streets
Daddy reminisce about the all the old days, shit ain’t right in these streets

[Chorus]
I came out a roarin’ lion
I survived through the toughest of climates
They was selling them dreams, I didn’t buy it
I went straight to the top with my mindset
Patek Philippe my wrist timeless, I call that shit perfect timing
I call that shit perfect timing, everyday on that block we was grinding
See I didn’t really have a thing, I was tryna get some guala
See they were way before the fame, [?] told me stack every dollar
[?] plain, and all my diamond they flawless
She wanna fuck and just live with a young n**** ‘cuz she know that I’m on some boss shit
When I come through, they like “aw shit”

Quando Rondo – 101 Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
(Trell’s on the track)
I’m on Mars right now, oh
It’s a real nigga 101, oh
Look

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, coupe me, blue seats, yeah, this a 101
Bought a brand new Audemars Piguet, yeah this a one-of-one
75 the speed limit, in the ‘Vette I’m doing 101
They pulled the plug right by the bed on the 101

[Chorus]
101, it’s a real nigga 101, this a trill nigga 101
Real nigga 101, let’s have a real nigga 101, this a real nigga 101

[Post-Chorus]
Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, nigga, fifty-one fifty (This a real nigga 101)
Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, nigga, fifty-one fifty (Said this a real nigga 101)

[Verse]
I moved my mama out the ghetto, golden medal, bitch, I grind for this
Iced out my new bezel for them times that I did time for this
Street nigga, minimum wage, that’s the reasons for the crimes I did
Drug dealers, minimum days be the reason for the time I miss
Everybody say they ride, I look back, and ain’t nobody walk for me
I remember back then when I ain’t knew nothing, now them new hundreds get old to me
I been fuckin’ foreign bitches overseas, balling hard in my Kobe sneaks
Shoot the rock, no Ginóbili, plug thought it was 103
Got a gutter bitch from the projects, let me flood her house with pounds and bricks
I’m on a whole ‘nother level, the shit you did can’t amount to this
Help you climb a mountain, you cut my wrist
Them people gave me they butt to kiss
Only one hundred that they showed me was Ben Frank, that’s on the counterfeit
Everywhere you go, you need a place you can call home
Meet me at the crossroads, wait ’til the devil comes, all alone
Them niggas hate, but they can’t stop it, no
That same young nigga from the projects, came with that rod and wet up your homies
Tires skrrt off on the one-way, rockstar lifestyle
I watched them hoopers post on Harden like tell the opps pipe down
I watched JoJo trap out the ‘partments, I guess Vivi turned his life ’round
Every night that we was starving, mommy, look at, we alright now
Look, yeah, we got ice now
You and me, two seats, coupe seat, live it up
Two C’s, Gucci, I got it out the mud, she wish it is, no cabinet
I thank the Lord for everything He did, I’m like, “Inshallah”
He might die trying to get rich, go by the name of the Q-Ball
Stacked everything from hitting licks
My back against the wall, I’m screaming (No more pain)
My cup was killin’, plus it’s overflowin’ with evil thoughts (No more pain)
From all the wrong they did to him, they think that he forgot
I’m fucked up, I ain’t got no love, I ain’t got no lust, I ain’t go no trust
I fell in love with all these hoes and double cups
I gotta get it, I don’t think I’ve had enough (this a real nigga 101)

[Chorus]
101, it’s a real nigga 101, this a trill nigga 101
Real nigga 101, let’s have a real nigga 101, this a real nigga 101

[Post-Chorus]
Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, nigga, fifty-one fifty (This a real nigga 101)
Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, nigga, fifty-one fifty (This a real nigga 101)

Reh Dogg – Dirty Minded lyrics

(Intro)
Yeah ah come now

(Chorus) 2 times
Sometimes I feel like you’re jocking me
Like you’re jocking me
Yeah ah
Yeah ah

(Verse)
Eyes on me are you lonely
Are you horny do you want me
You must like me wanna know me
Wanna ride me
Me so horny Asian lady 69 me
Come lick me BJ me

(Chorus) 2 times
Sometimes I feel like you’re jocking me
Like you’re jocking me
Yeah ah
Yeah ah

(Verse)
Don’t bite me your milk squirt me
Me so thirsty also hungry can I eat it can I whip it
Let me ride it can I squeeze your tits let me milk it
Let me punish it whip cream it you know you want it

(Chorus) 4 times
Sometimes I feel like you’re jocking me
Like you’re jocking me
Yeah ah
Yeah ah

Reh Dogg – Not Chasing Yu lyrics

(Intro)
We are number 1, 1, 1
Old dogs ah learn new tricks
When I was growing up meh learn to chase after the gals
No more chasing you want me
Big tune, big tune
You know where to reach me
Oh my gosh

(Chorus) 8 times
Meh not chasing after yu

(Verse)
Punanny not that sweet to make me chase you
Me say the punnie not that sweet to make me chase you
Your phenomenal BJ nah chase you
I message you before you message me back
I texted you before you texted me back
The stress is enough to give me heart attack
You deserve to get a back slap uno

(Chorus) 2 times
Had it no more
Walking out the door
Your abuse is uncalled for
So meh walking through the door

(Verse)
Come to find out you’re a nympho maniac you smoke a lot of 420 that is pot
Your lungs it ah soon turn black no call no show that is whack
Cause you know that you deserve a slap me nah go do it me go drink a couple shots
Cause R,E,H,D is back

(Chorus) 2 times
Had it no more
Walking out the door
Your abuse is uncalled for
So meh walking through the door

(Verse)
Nah go chase you me nah go chase you
Your nanny not that sweet to make me chase you
Your booty not that sweet to make me chase you
Your phenomenal BJ nah chase you
I message you before you message me back
I texted you before you texted me back
What kind of thing it is whack
Your stress enough to give me heart attack
Cause you know that you’re whack
Yak Yak don’t come back R,E,H,D,O double G say meh back
Smoke a lot of 420 that is pot

(Chorus) 2 times
Had it no more
Walking out the door
Your abuse is uncalled for
So meh walking through the door

(Hook)
Whack tell me that the girl don’t deserve a couple slaps

(Chorus) 2 times
Had it no more
Walking out the door
Your abuse is uncalled for
So meh walking through the door

Lil Durk – True Colors Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Have a threesome with your bestie I’mma chance it
Don’t take a pic when we together that’s a fed shit
I spent over 4-5 racks on these glasses
I want that purple with my color just like Kansas
Make sure I’m super fly because the cameras
Put a mm mm mm mm inside the chopper cannon
Sway don’t but the whole hood got the answers
Black power in my blood my cousin Lee a panther
Do about 50 riding down lake show
God took away my niggas they don’t make more
You take one of mine we gon’ take four
Bitches screaming fake love like a drake tour
We gon’ pull up in that truck and it’s paid for
How you flexing with your homie, shit it ain’t yours
Cleaning pasta out the trap but I hate yours
BJ took mine he catch a case I take yours
Hitting that dope I gotta take double
I’m from the trenches make me hate storms, Chiraq
How the fuck you on top and you don’t make noise?
I brought a hellcat from the trenches and I made it roar
We violent, shawty don’t be took silent
She don’t like public, all her pages be private
Before I pay a nigga bills I buy fashion
I fuck her off a perky pill got me lasting

[Hook]
Ain’t no way that hate can overpower love
Ain’t no money in the world that can buy you trust
Used to look up to them niggas they in the back of us
Used to be my brother, show me they color
True colors, yeah your true colors
True colors, yeah your true colors
Niggas sneak dissing while you show your true colors
Even with these shades I can see your true colors

[Verse 2]
I can’t put no niggas over mine, I’ma over grind
Over time, for more chains I’ll over shine
I’m screaming free ’em even if appeals denied
Gave ’em guns just to get some [?]
Like drinking lean shit way too cold with ice
Kidnap your son got me like I’m Uncle Ice
Your ass ain’t right, keep my strap like a dyke
They shot my brother, we was in it all night
They ain’t listen you ain’t no politician
And I was broke ain’t have no pot to piss in
Don’t fuck with too many niggas had to keep my distance
When I do come around I swear I feel attention
I love my cousin Iris man I swear I miss her
Her daughter look just like her I see her and kiss her
My daddy never seen my kids, only through some pictures
At the time I was fighting cases so I couldn’t visit

[Hook]
Ain’t no way that hate can overpower love
Ain’t no money in the world that can buy you trust
Used to look up to them niggas they in the back of us
Used to be my brother, show me they color
True colors, yeah your true colors
True colors, yeah your true colors
Niggas sneak dissing while you show your true colors
Even with these shades I can see your true colors
No, no, no, no

21 Savage – Slime (feat. Young Nudy) (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Hook: Young Nudy]
He Gotta hunned, we slime
He got the money, we slime
Pull up on ya, then we slime
Talking ’bout they is so slime
Ion think y’all niggas slime
Have you ever seen a slime?
Walking ’round, the word slime
Drippin on a nigga slime
Y’all niggas not slime
Ion think y’all niggas slime
Ion know why y’all niggas lyin’
Say one word and they fine
A lot of niggas start dyin’
A lot of mommas start cryin’

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
A lot of mommas start cryin’
A lot of niggas start lyin’
Pussy niggas tryna play
I’ll have ya ass duct-taped
Everything that I say
A young nigga gon’ spray
(Blood nigga) Yall niggas wanna play?
Ijust ride with the K
Call up BJ, y’all know how he play
He gon’ call lil’ juke, just to bring all the juice
Know dem pistols got extentions
Everybody come up missin’
A lot of niggas talking, yeah a lot of niggas really bitches
Yeah, I heard about your nigga, pussy nigga still snitchin’
Tryna play like a gangsta, pussy till you seen a slime
Slime wipe yo ass behind, y’all don’t know about the slime
Imma back stabber nigga
Shout out to the slaughter gang
Shout out to the two gunz
Yeah I’m still murder gang
I will neva eva change
Nigga change for tha fame
Yeah them pussy niggas lame
(Ya Lame!)

[Hook: Young Nudy]
He Gotta hunned, we slime
He got the money, we slime
Pull up on ya, then we slime
Talking ’bout they is so slime
Ion think y’all niggas slime
Have you ever seen a slime?
Walking ’round, the word slime
Drippin on a nigga slime
Y’all niggas not slime
Ion think y’all niggas slime
Ion know why y’all niggas lyin’
Say one word and they fine
A lot of niggas start dyin’
A lot of mommas start cryin’

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Roll the window down and…
Roll it down and start firin’
Young savage king slaughter bitch
You know I keep extendo on my .9
Keep extendo on my .9
Backdoor for a dime
Nudy brought em to the apartments strip em naked had the pusssy nigga cryin
I got niggas doin’ time
Slime a nigga for a whole bill
All my niggas solid, won’t tell
What you won’t do the next hoe will
Stick together nigga no jail
(Rock Solid, Air it out, Yo Bitch is freaky)
You know blood thicker than water
You know we slaughter your daughter
We act like we paid for that order
They seen me go back across that border
Put it in the pot and boil it
Imma fire, bitch im schorchy
Slime a nigga like some (?)
Every pack i get I scorch it
20k, both pockets, young slime
Pull up on apartments and i slime
She gon’ let a nigga get behind it
She might wipe ya nose because she slimy

[Hook: Yung Nudy]
He Gotta hunned, we slime
He got the money, we slime
Pull up on ya, then we slime
Talking ’bout they is so slime
Ion think y’all niggas slime
Have you ever seen a slime?
Walking ’round, the word slime
Drippin on a nigga slime
Y’all niggas not slime
Ion think y’all niggas slime
Ion know why y’all niggas lyin’
Say one word and they fine
A lot of niggas start dyin’
A lot of mommas start cryin’