YoungBoy Never Broke Again – AI Nash Lyrics | Video

Lyrics AI Nash – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

BJ on the beat, boy
Why the temperature say eighty degrees
And I’m the only one f**kin’ cold in here
Maybe ’cause you’re the only one
With all these goddamn chains on
You think
Goddamn, BJ with another

Thirteen h*es like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass

Follow who back, tell them h*es follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin’ up the streets
Got a n**ga whole will in his Visa jeans

Take a dugg, get some woods from the store
Actin’ tough, put some wood on a ho
Plenty Lambo’ when we ride like some hunters
In the jungle, in the neck of the woods with my bros
Ex-patrole, I ain’t neνer gon’ fold
When they go down, we gon’ see who gon’ froze
And my chain on freeze
Don’t correct the way I speak, if I ain’t f**kin’ up my count

Ayy, while you watch what I’m doin’
She took shots, I won her over time
I’m on lap, but won’t go overboard
I’m feelin’ her, she feelin’ Lil Top
I be on someone else every time I get bored

I’ma sin like Versace, he play out of course
If you call out for help, I’ll never ignore it
Any diamond you want, I got caked up for it
Wake up, chasin’ that money, we makin’ a fool of ya
And wanna ride with the slime
Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime
She wan’ take all the time for the play with my mind
She tryna f**k up my grind, ain’t no way that n**ga slime, ooh

Thirteen h*es like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back, tell them h*es follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin’ up the streets
Got a n**ga whole will in his Visa jeans

Car go, from a push of a button
Gun go, from the look all of sudden
I got money steady comin’ as I’m spendin’ every hundred
Dead man by the burner, you can join, if you wanna
Why she dissin’ on a n**ga I ain’t stuntin’ on a ho
I got money, I said, I can transform any ho
Make a b**ch f**k her trade, I’ma learn me a ho
Cut the grass for the snakes, the alarm ’bout to blow

Thirteen h*es like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back, tell them h*es follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin’ up the streets
Got a n**ga whole will in his Visa jeans

Got a n**ga whole wheel in these Diesel jeans
For whoeνer tryna follow me
In a safe location, close to sea
Hidin’ out on the beach, no, literally

Away from the drama, it’s just me
And me and my fit baby-mama
You don’t want no problems
Got that .45 up this b**ch
That motor stopper
That what herm call it
They took red out the mud
Got six in the paint, for the 3K, I cap it

Bought a watch like a ten K
The x with the safe ‘fore I come out my pocket
I had to make me some spiritual choices
To knock off his noggin
I wanted some s**t with more horses
I went to the lot had to widen the body
Rich n**ga s**t, suck a rich n**ga d**k
And don’t tell nobody about it
Cut you off, like the hair at the twat, b**ch
I got youngins, they ready to stop s**t

Thirteen h*es like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back, tell them h*es follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin’ up the streets
Got a n**ga whole will in his Visa jeans…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA YoungBoy)
Produced by BJ Beatz
YoungBoy Never Broke Again | 2020

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