YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Channel 9** lyrics

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Channel 9** lyrics

Lyrics from Snippets [Intro] (Ay Rashon, this b*tch go crazy) (Who made this sh*t? TayTay made the beat) [Chorus] Smoking dope (Ouuuh) tryna get my head on Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna get my bread long Smoking, rolling, told him I'm trying to put sh*t on channel 9 I'm quick to notice let these ni**as know it's time They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me All by myself, know they ain't proud for me prolly put that fire on me ni**as know I step, I pay that shottas fee, Ima make them slimes go sweep 'em All these hoes they done had they chance and them boys wasn't quick on feet [Verse 1] Bust then they missed me People I want for to things they not up and I hit it Diamond chains, diamond watch it be glistenin' Murder man but won't never admit it Murder gang stay on top of my business I ain't pulling out that bentley for b*tches In a civic, back seat strapped with a glizzy Clean unlike that dirty sh*t that I'm sippin Down one, granted gold on my pendant I got too many b*tches up, up in war I got too many blicky's Murder time through that nawf, I'll be riding with them hittas, and I'll probably be strapped with a semi ni**a know with that fire I'll be blocking out them and I’m planning on murdering the b*tch Shot inside of the [?], we slangin, they here and they know they can’t play with my ni**a [Chorus] Smoking dope (Ouuuh) Tryna get my head on Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna get my bread long Smoking, rolling, told him I'm trying to put sh*t on channel 9 I'm quick to notice let these ni**as know it's time They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me All by myself, know they ain't proud for me prolly put that fire on me ni**as know I step, I pay that shottas fee, Ima make them slimes go sweep 'em All these hoes they done had they chance and them boys wasn't quick on feet [Verse 2] Look, tell em free Vaughn, dirty illegal guns on my waist I got two clips together on the drac with a illegal handle on the .223 I don’t even know why I can’t even have grip on the front of that fire I’m a convicted felon, I can’t win for losing, while standing in trial I don’t even trust her, I know I can’t trust her but she want a child She know I’m a thugger, she know I can't love her it ain't worth the while now I’m wasting my time I stay with that iron, be moving around, I be kicking the sh*t, I'm big slime In my own dimension, prices be tempting, them dollas I'm turnin' it down [Chorus] Smoking dope , tryna get my head on Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna get my bread long Smoking, rolling, told him I'm trying to put sh*t on channel 9 I'm quick to notice let these ni**as know it's time They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me All by myself, know they ain't proud for me prolly put that fire on me ni**as know I step, I pay that shottas fee, Ima make them slimes go sweep 'em All these hoes they done had they chance and them boys wasn't quick on feet

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