Baddest Thing (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again
You the baddest I done seen in a while
Ooh my shorty oh oh
Getting high toting that iron every time that we ride
And you know you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while
Ooh my shorty oh she oh
Oh oh oh and she mine
I swear to buy her anything to ease her mind
In the dead end posted with that gang toting on that iron
And I'm bound to leave any n***a dead if they ain't mine
And I jumped off the porch like
You died when you were six deep
I do the repeat
I say murder Blood and throw big B's
Hit the block and blow the curb up
Youngboy MJ I got on six rings
Six headshots for the coroners
Tell 'em that we ain't use no beam
Tell them f**k n***as they don't know me
I know for a fact she don't know her n***a
But she know me
And she on me
Steady asking like "Can you take me home"
Tell somebody anything I want yeah
H-O-L-D huh hold on me
Yeah D-I-E I've been needing some peace
Uh uh drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe
Bae your head ain't working nah I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by Birkin
F**k n***a tried charging me sixty G's
Twenty-five for the duffle bag
N***a still counting bands baby don't count on me
Maybach ain't come with curtains
Without tint n***as still ain't seeing me
Real gas bags that's all I chief
Two steps back get off of me
I've been up yeah all cheese
I paid cash for that factory
Hitmen they be after me
12 tryna capture me
B***hes planning on trapping me
Fake rappers planning on blasting me
For bro you get assassin free
Get blicked up you try hacking me yeah
H-O-L-D huh hold on me yeah
D-I-E I've been needing some peace
Bae your head ain't working nah I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by Birkin
F**k n***a tried charging me sixty G's
You the baddest I done seen in a while
Ooh my shorty oh oh
Getting high toting that iron every time that we ride
And you know you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while
Ooh my shorty oh she oh
You died when you were six deep
I do the repeat
I say murder Blood and throw big Bs
Hit the block and blow the curb up
Youngboy MJ I got on six rings
Six headshots for the coroners
Tell 'em that we ain't use no beam
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Mike WiLL Made-It
That money go for Myles