Runnin’ From Love YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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[Intro]
(No, Shawn, you passed the limit)
Uh, it's me
Ain't nobody else in here
[Chorus]
Deadstock, they say that I wouldn't make it out, we call that bedrock
We gon' leave one dead outside his house and then we head out
200 million dollars I go under, then I head out
Take time out for myself and who don't love me, ain't no way around (No)
And they won't get no chance (No more)
I be running from love, I be stacking it up
It's distracting a nigga, don't do me no good (Do me no good)
How I battle myself, I been needing some hеlp and I wish that you would
[Verse]
Cold blooded, I don't fuck wit' these niggas
Slimеball, yeah you know I'm a dog
I know for a fact that she gon' thug me, so I can't give my all to her
Cash App to my day one niggas, for a fact I knock one off for 'em
Contract, I pay for keys, for the knife, I make that call for 'em
Don't let me go, feel like my soul gone (Soul gone)
Say my prayers, then I get it on young nigga, I'm a rollin' stone
They just want me to go, that's why I don't like to talk on phones
Made nigga, achieve every goal, brand new ceilin' on top my dome
(No, Shawn, you passed the limit)
Uh, it's me
Ain't nobody else in here
[Chorus]
Deadstock, they say that I wouldn't make it out, we call that bedrock
We gon' leave one dead outside his house and then we head out
200 million dollars I go under, then I head out
Take time out for myself and who don't love me, ain't no way around (No)
And they won't get no chance (No more)
I be running from love, I be stacking it up
It's distracting a nigga, don't do me no good (Do me no good)
How I battle myself, I been needing some hеlp and I wish that you would
[Verse]
Cold blooded, I don't fuck wit' these niggas
Slimеball, yeah you know I'm a dog
I know for a fact that she gon' thug me, so I can't give my all to her
Cash App to my day one niggas, for a fact I knock one off for 'em
Contract, I pay for keys, for the knife, I make that call for 'em
Don't let me go, feel like my soul gone (Soul gone)
Say my prayers, then I get it on young nigga, I'm a rollin' stone
They just want me to go, that's why I don't like to talk on phones
Made nigga, achieve every goal, brand new ceilin' on top my dome
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