NBA YoungBoy – Win You Over Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Win You Over – NBA YoungBoy / YoungBoy Never Broke Again

You said that I’m wrong
I admit that you right
Still had the heart to say that I tried
You called me through the night
Ain’t my fault that I ain’t answer
You should be on my side

Your friend like, I told y’all, ain’t know it all
When I just want to win you over
See me, I’m a soldier, won’t you come closer
They tempted, I just steady finish ballin’ on ’em

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All in my Rolls Royce, send them Forgiatos
Got me like, Oh Lord, what is it that I don’t know
Is it that they’re using me Baby, here’s my time to go
None of them might true to me, I can’t quit my style
I just like my mind gone, never would amount of s**t
They just wanna find me dead
They just plan on doubtin’ me
They don’t really get my bid
After all, they still cloutin’
Once I’m in, I’m finna cross the track
Tryna feel your love all through my body

Out .. designer seats, sip my lean, ..
These n**gas tryna say somethin’
It’s gon’ be World War III
I don’t want, don’t need no n**ga
My second baby momma gon’ drive for free
Yeah, do that time for me
I know a broke b**ch talkin’ that castin’
Slang that iron for me
Got too much money make sure my youngin’
Got all the timeless pieces
Got plenty lands, .., who plan on findin’ me
That’s why I’m movin’ fast, I can’t listen when I’m ridin’

You said that I’m wrong
I admit that you right
Still had the heart to say that I tried
You called me through the night
Ain’t my fault that I ain’t answer
You should be on my side

Your friend like, I told y’all, ain’t know it all
When I just want to win you over
See me, I’m a soldier, won’t you come closer
They tempted, I just steady finish ballin’ on ’em

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Said that she from Queens
Okay, I’m way from the Nawf
Look like you made for it
She said why you like us, then say life is
I don’t want myself get taken off
I don’t want to go home as the news
A lil’ big pool in my crib
Y’all don’t understand the way that I eat

Yeah, think I’m a dawg
I ain’t got no h*es you ain’t heard of
You ain’t got no titties, send the ho the taxi code
I’m the one they stretchin’ for
Tryna know and match the flow, oh yeah
Two Suburbans, I’m on Bourbon with that Cali car
Get a b**сh to drive a ho, got ten bricks of that fentanyl
She don’t wanna taste that, that’s all

You said that I’m wrong, I admit that you right
Still had the heart to say that I tried
You called me through the night
Ain’t my fault that I ain’t answer
You should be on my side

Your friend like, I told y’all, ain’t know it all
When I just want to win you over
See me, I’m a soldier, won’t you come closer
They tempted, I just steady finish ballin’ on ’em…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again / NBA YoungBoy
Album: Never Broke Again Vol.1: Ain’t Too Long 2
Produced by JContheBeat, Haze & Zuus
NBA YoungBoy | 2020

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