YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Baddest Thing lyrics

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Baddest Thing lyrics

[Chorus] 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 [Verse] 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 ni**a dead if they ain't mine And I jumped off the porch like You died when you were six deep I do the reaping 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 hеadshots for the coroners, tell 'еm that we ain't use no beam Tell them fu*k ni**as they don't know me I know for a fact she don't know her ni**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 five to sleep Louis V bag made by Virgil, fu*k ni**a tried charging me sixty G's Twenty-five for the duffle bag, ni**a still counting bands, baby, don't count on me Maybach ain't come with curtains, without tint, ni**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*tches 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 five to sleep Louis V bag made by Virgil, fu*k ni**a tried charging me sixty G's [Chorus] 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 [Outro] You died when you were six deep I do the reaping 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 (EarDrummers) (Mike WiLL Made-It) (That money go for Myles)

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