Youngboy Never Broke Again Bring Em Out Lyrics


Bring 'Em Out by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Yeah that too Playboi in this bitch, but he ain't playin' though

Bring 'em out (out)

For that money, I'ma rush all day (bring it) Ain't no trippin', they bring it, I count it up now I ain't hear nothin' y'all say (nah) They don't know I came up from the bottom (bop) But they know that these niggas be flodgin' (flodgin') She don't fuck with me 'cause of a dollar (Huh) From the hood, but shorty a model (let's go) If I see the lil' bitch, I run down on a bitch, I don't bust it from out of the car I got bitches roll 6s, on God Lockin' in like she a lil' boy Ain't no holdin' nothin' back, I go hard How I live, I be playin' my cards On the real, I got bro with the rod He gon' shoot the minute he saw it He gon' take off, I'm pointin' the mozzie

Related 27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks HOT SONG: YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 'lost motives' - LYRICS NEW SONG: YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 'Lonely Child' - LYRICS Get that money and fuck on these hoes Run it up, and then stick to the code Double up, it's the life that he chose I be steppin' in Margiela more I got Louboutin all on my clothes On these pills, I be tweakin', I'm froze Hunnid, hunnid, took straight off his nose Hunnid, hunnid, watch straight off his nose My baby a baby, be screamin' out, "Slatt" (Slatt) Spend a check and I'm gettin' it back Real gangster, ride 'round in a Lex' Hand out money, so broke, get a pack Every couple months, I give her a bag Every two weeks, she go get her a wax Let 'em keep talkin', I been on his ass Let 'em keep talkin', I been on his ass I'ma spin on his ass, I'ma blow out his mind Let off a shot, you on war with the slime

Ride in the front, do the dash, I'm slidin' Pullin' straight up with your bitch on the side Pull up, start dumpin', and sendin' a sign Real gangsters, they know he a ho, he be hidin' ??? a soul or show, we gon' send a deposit Turn up, bad, yeah I'm the one you talk 'bout with these hoes I got cash, yeah, I fill up my pocket with these rolls I'm the man, yeah, asked her for to leave, she ain't wan' go I'm in a bang, yeah, I got drones, don't nobody need sticks if you ain't know I can dig up some gold like LSU Make a beat wit' the Glock like I'm Saddam She be talkin' to me like a baby Had to ask the lil' ho, "Where your mother went?" Don't wan' fuck her, I ???

Play that role until you come relevant Give a bag I know they gon' step on shit I play dumb, don't wan' hear what they tellin' me I'ma gangsta for real, ain't no cappin' If I tell 'em to kill, they gon' stamp it I be thuggin' for real, I don't panic You could play, send a shot at yo' mammy Findin' money around like some dandruff I be dancin' like Elvis, go ??? ???, I kill a whole clan in Sell ???, then I go back to plannin' She ain't right tryna trap with a baby I went dumb, you went back and go brazy She gon' find out 'bout that and go crazy Stay down, kept it real, and he made it They be thinkin' that Baba Jamaican He gon' go to the ??? he a man-man I got Molly in me like a beach ???

I put ??? in my feet with the old Vans I went bought 23 with the old money I could go pull out some old hunnids I got a whole lot of new money I say a word, get you fronted I say a word, get you knocked off I take the charge, it's my fault I send them youngins to spin where you be at to knock you off and your bro, dog And I get the addy or drop where you be at, we gon' blow it and tear the whole house down And I'm on the block where you barley could be at, it won't take you that long to get shot down If they deep as a bitch, I'ma spray around Hit the trap in the north where I'm hardly found Old heads, they evict, they gon' roll around If they know that they got it, they do it now I got money-

That's it? Man you got me trippin' in this bitch, man

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