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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Appeal lyrics


Feat : MoneyBagg Yo

[MoneyBagg Yo:]
I popped a pill then I popped another one
I copped a chain and I copped another one
The Rollie was plain so I went and flooded one
Just got a crib, now I want another one
Baby mama callin', trippin', jealous 'bout the other one
I told her I wasn't gon' have no more kids
I fucked around and had another one
These bitches ain't shit, why the fuck is you cuffin' 'em
Why the fuck is you lovin' 'em?
These bitches gon' fuck any nigga with a name
Tell me why the fuck you trustin' 'em
I got to sneak a tool in the club so I'm tuckin' em
You play, I'm bustin' 'em
If you got the drank I'm a loyal customer
I bought a pint and bought another one
I know that's your friend but I was just tempted
Fuck me so good I flew her to Memphis
I told you I'm sorry bae, I was just tripping
I know I was out of place, I was just slipping
Like a wave flow, full of petrol
At the awards show in some retros
Hitters with me on ready set go
Trap still boomin' like it's Metro
Keep the tool on me, Home Depot
Three bitches with me, now that's Cee Lo
I'm Bread Gang, I might catch a R.I.C.O
Ice on me, I'ma need a peacoat
Light show techno, the way my neck glow
Ask my white bitch, she like heck no
Like a wave flow the way her neck scroll
Got her number, say you down to deepthroat
The bitch ain't got nothin' good to me, but I want another one
I don't know what it is 'bout that AP but I want another one
This foreign coupe got me feelin' like Khaled, I want another one
I blew a bankroll yesterday, woke up to another one

I popped a pill then I popped another one
I copped a chain and I copped another one
The Rollie was plain so I went and flooded one
Just got a crib, now I want another one
Baby mama callin', trippin', jealous 'bout the other one
I told her I wasn't gon' have no more kids
I fucked around and had another one
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These bitches ain't shit, why the fuck is you cuffin' 'em
Why the fuck is you lovin' 'em?
These bitches gon' fuck any nigga with a name
Tell me why the fuck you trustin' 'em
I got to sneak a tool in the club so I'm tuckin' em
You play, I'm bustin' 'em
If you got the drank I'm a loyal customer
I bought a pint and bought another one

My pockets fat, yours anorexic
I fucked her and fucked on her bestie
And she ain't 'bout shit but she sexy
And get straight to the point when she sext me
I went and pulled up to the dealer
Hopped out the Benz coupe and hopped in the Wraith
And I still drive that V12 Aston Martin, nigga you don't wanna race
I'm tryna duck the feds but at the same time feed my kids
I'm on the road doin' shows now, gotta thank God for the gift
I got a main bitch but at the same time tryna fuck with another bitch
I'm tryna keep focused, at the same time wanna crash like fuck this shit
I'm tryna balance it all out, all out
I'm tryna balance it all out
I'm tryna balance it all out, all out
I'm tryna balance it all out
I face a blunt and I pop a perc
And I sip the drink 'til it's all out
Niggas wan' try me 'cause I'm in position
I want to load it up and draw done

I popped a pill then I popped another one
I copped a chain and I copped another one
The Rollie was plain so I went and flooded one
Just got a crib, now I want another one
Baby mama callin', trippin', jealous 'bout the other one
I told her I wasn't gon' have no more kids
I fucked around and had another one
These bitches ain't shit, why the fuck is you cuffin' 'em
Why the fuck is you lovin' 'em?
These bitches gon' fuck any nigga with a name
Tell me why the fuck you trustin' 'em
I got to sneak a tool in the club so I'm tuckin' em
You play, I'm bustin' 'em
If you got the drank I'm a loyal customer
I bought a pint and bought another one

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