
Fifty Pounds YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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[Intro]
(DJ Chose)
[Verse]
Fifty pounds in the backyard by the old car where the dogs at
[?] tryna sell some dark boy, need some light food, where that raw at?
Ninety bands for a quarter, I talk that
Black card for the Lamb', I done bought that
Bitch, you wasn’t 'posed to be around
If you lookin' for her, come and [?] where the house at
Got the hoe hold the work for me
B put a nigga in the dirt for me
Don’t got all the money, that's workin' for free
I ain't cuttin' no dealin', I fuck with KD
In the shower, got a Vette' on my neck
Meant to say eighty bands on my chest
Head on collision, I'm causing a wreck
Bring up my name and we steppin’ ’bout that
Other lil' boy hidin’ through the Gram
I ain't scared, bitch, you know where I am
Night time, you should look for the Lamb'
Or look for the truck when I'm fuckin’ with Sam
On probation, I ain't smokin' no gram
Gave it up 'cause I ain't want the McLaren
She wanted Kevin, I ain't say how I feel
But I cut her off 'cause I ain't doin' no sharin'
(DJ Chose)
[Verse]
Fifty pounds in the backyard by the old car where the dogs at
[?] tryna sell some dark boy, need some light food, where that raw at?
Ninety bands for a quarter, I talk that
Black card for the Lamb', I done bought that
Bitch, you wasn’t 'posed to be around
If you lookin' for her, come and [?] where the house at
Got the hoe hold the work for me
B put a nigga in the dirt for me
Don’t got all the money, that's workin' for free
I ain't cuttin' no dealin', I fuck with KD
In the shower, got a Vette' on my neck
Meant to say eighty bands on my chest
Head on collision, I'm causing a wreck
Bring up my name and we steppin’ ’bout that
Other lil' boy hidin’ through the Gram
I ain't scared, bitch, you know where I am
Night time, you should look for the Lamb'
Or look for the truck when I'm fuckin’ with Sam
On probation, I ain't smokin' no gram
Gave it up 'cause I ain't want the McLaren
She wanted Kevin, I ain't say how I feel
But I cut her off 'cause I ain't doin' no sharin'
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