YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Smoke Strong lyrics

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Smoke Strong lyrics

Ayy, I'm in this b*tch like I'm, I'm rollin' up right now, you heard me? (Hzrd went crazy on that motherfu*ker) I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh) I got money, I got hundreds I keep a pole on my waist I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah In this b*tch like I done gone mad Smokin' on that strong pack Look, you gon' get your dome snatched You know that I'm on that No, she cannot hit, might keep movin' her big booty ass All in my crib like she wan' move in, must want me to smash Hold on, hit the gates, broad day, time to smash, ah, ah Take off his face, SRT, hit the gas Gone, almost home now, they was on our ass Never mind, I'm paranoid, know I do that bad Light my Backwood up I'm in the backwoods up in Utah smokin' Cali stuff Come to the backwoods, you get hogtied, no playin' with us Don't care 'bout wherе I'm at long as I'm strapped, just know I'm comfortable Tryna push your sh*t back, you gon' get clappеd soon as you come for us If I say step, then they gon' step on somethin' I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh) I got money, I got hundreds I keep a pole on my waist I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah Back up in that Nawfside, city known as Jigga City My people see me outside, four-deep in that Honda Civic Try to speak, don't even waste time 'cause they know right now I'm on business Bought that stolo right from Mr. Ratchet Broke with nothin' 'cause ain't catch nothin' up in it, bah Gotta catch my cut, but I got fifty grand y'all gon' split up Oh I'ma get the ni**a, whack his ass, make him bite the dust You know I'm too official, been doin' this sh*t since the first b*tch said it's up I want them pallbearers and gravediggers, smoke opps, increase they health I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh) I got money, I got hundreds I keep a pole on my waist I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah b*tch, it's Big Lil Top in another car, I'm like ah Go to him, be the hype, he ask me, "What's the type?" and I'm like, "Wow" Plenty racks, pit stop, hit the I, burn out tires It go down, then you just drive I'm out the roof lettin' off that fire She one hundred, she get hired b*tch, stack that money in a pile Just walk around, let me smack your ass b*tch, take control, don't be a child Hold on, Top say, "I want twenty hoes inside this house" Steal out my place, we put twenty poles inside your mind I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh) I got money, I got hundreds I keep a pole on my waist I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah

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