
War (Alternative) YoungBoy Never Broke Again (Ft. Birdman)
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[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Mm, yeah, oh, yeah
(17)
Slime
(D-Roc)
(Rich Gang)
[Chorus: Birdman]
Gotta the choppa stick right in hand
We got the money, bitch, let’s go to war
The homicide right in the sand, we laced 'em up, but left 'em parked in the car (Brrd)
Fresh tinted, big money, we gon' get it
Live the life, we don’t stop, designer fitteds
She love it, nigga, we hatin', nigga (We hatin')
We ‘bout the money so they all chase a real nigga
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
We gon' camp out on an island just to lay low, nigga
Bet a hundred bands on PlayStations, we don’t play with niggas
I’ma go and post up in the trap with a brand new Draco, nigga
When I leave the house, I’m comin' back with a whole lotta figures
[Chorus: Birdman]
Gotta the choppa stick right in hand
We got the money, bitch, let’s go to war (Let’s go to war, yeah)
The homicide right in the sand, we laced 'em up, but left 'em parked in the car (Brrd)
Fresh tinted, big money, we gon' get it
Live the life, we don’t stop, designer fitteds
She love it, nigga, we hatin', nigga (We hatin')
We ‘bout the money so they all chase a real nigga
Mm, yeah, oh, yeah
(17)
Slime
(D-Roc)
(Rich Gang)
[Chorus: Birdman]
Gotta the choppa stick right in hand
We got the money, bitch, let’s go to war
The homicide right in the sand, we laced 'em up, but left 'em parked in the car (Brrd)
Fresh tinted, big money, we gon' get it
Live the life, we don’t stop, designer fitteds
She love it, nigga, we hatin', nigga (We hatin')
We ‘bout the money so they all chase a real nigga
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
We gon' camp out on an island just to lay low, nigga
Bet a hundred bands on PlayStations, we don’t play with niggas
I’ma go and post up in the trap with a brand new Draco, nigga
When I leave the house, I’m comin' back with a whole lotta figures
[Chorus: Birdman]
Gotta the choppa stick right in hand
We got the money, bitch, let’s go to war (Let’s go to war, yeah)
The homicide right in the sand, we laced 'em up, but left 'em parked in the car (Brrd)
Fresh tinted, big money, we gon' get it
Live the life, we don’t stop, designer fitteds
She love it, nigga, we hatin', nigga (We hatin')
We ‘bout the money so they all chase a real nigga
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