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Young Boy Never Broke Again - The North Bleeding Lyrics



Young Boy Never Broke Again - The North Bleeding Lyrics
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(Ayy, yo, Bands, what you cookin'?)
(It's Malik on the track)
Look

No new shoes 'til mama get her taxes
Police harrass me 'cause it's thug life, survival tactics
From a shoebox to my mattress, from my mattress to the bank
Been doin' this shit since I was seventeen
You think that I can't think?
My gangsta, what the f*ck you think?
'Bout these cold killers and dope sniffers that run with me
Seen that I don't f*ck with 'em, now they come for me
They know he keep it tucked with him
Now which one y'all wanna romp with me?
Back against the wall, ran through it all
Now they wan' see me bleed

Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa
Let down that window, then they spray while a nigga walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor
Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for lil' boy pole and he told me he ain't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin'

Black Forces, my gun, you cannot see, I'm lookin' like I'm thievin'
I feel it in the air like like Beanie Sigel
And, bitch, I'm rich like John Cena
I keep it gangsta like Hot Beezy
I'm talkin' to Stunna, I'm finna leave her
He got a chick with a bad daughter, I told him, "See if she want mingle"
That's twenty mill' for me, and here goes thirty mill' for you, thug
Bless the shooter and f*ck these hoes, these niggas wasn't raised like us
Shoot the burner 'til you hear, "Click," never tried to make a shoe fit
Baby mama f*ckin' them, they tried to kill me, nasty, dirty bitch, you know

The rain don't fall
Know I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa
Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
(Lay your punk-ass down, where that money at?)
Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for bro pole
Swervin' in that Rolls, 'member back up in the day it was a stolo

Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh, shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me

Bitch, I ain't got no budget, tag that nigga
Cadillac on twenty-fours, this that Nawf swag, nigga
In a bed with your ho, I'm just singin' riddles
I'm like, "La, la, la, tell your boyfriend I'll kill 'em"
Plenty hitters, nigga, and I pulled 'em up in transition
At your car, shoot dirty Glocks, and I got all your transmission
How you try to run, lil' daddy? Stupid, all your pants missin'
F*ckin' doofus, we too ruthless, he just wanna smash niggas
And she know that dude, that gang got dead bodies
It's a true crime, po, shawty know I get it on
Bangin' like this Saint's Row, I made my bones inside the Nawf
She tryna help me take it slow

Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa
Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole and he told me he didn't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin

Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh, shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me
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(Ayy, yo, Bands, what you cookin'?)
(It's Malik on the track)
Look

No new shoes 'til mama get her taxes
Police harrass me 'cause it's thug life, survival tactics
From a shoebox to my mattress, from my mattress to the bank
Been doin' this shit since I was seventeen
You think that I can't think?
My gangsta, what the f*ck you think?
'Bout these cold killers and dope sniffers that run with me
Seen that I don't f*ck with 'em, now they come for me
They know he keep it tucked with him
Now which one y'all wanna romp with me?
Back against the wall, ran through it all
Now they wan' see me bleed

Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa
Let down that window, then they spray while a nigga walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor
Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for lil' boy pole and he told me he ain't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin'

Black Forces, my gun, you cannot see, I'm lookin' like I'm thievin'
I feel it in the air like like Beanie Sigel
And, bitch, I'm rich like John Cena
I keep it gangsta like Hot Beezy
I'm talkin' to Stunna, I'm finna leave her
He got a chick with a bad daughter, I told him, "See if she want mingle"
That's twenty mill' for me, and here goes thirty mill' for you, thug
Bless the shooter and f*ck these hoes, these niggas wasn't raised like us
Shoot the burner 'til you hear, "Click," never tried to make a shoe fit
Baby mama f*ckin' them, they tried to kill me, nasty, dirty bitch, you know

The rain don't fall
Know I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa
Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
(Lay your punk-ass down, where that money at?)
Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for bro pole
Swervin' in that Rolls, 'member back up in the day it was a stolo

Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh, shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me

Bitch, I ain't got no budget, tag that nigga
Cadillac on twenty-fours, this that Nawf swag, nigga
In a bed with your ho, I'm just singin' riddles
I'm like, "La, la, la, tell your boyfriend I'll kill 'em"
Plenty hitters, nigga, and I pulled 'em up in transition
At your car, shoot dirty Glocks, and I got all your transmission
How you try to run, lil' daddy? Stupid, all your pants missin'
F*ckin' doofus, we too ruthless, he just wanna smash niggas
And she know that dude, that gang got dead bodies
It's a true crime, po, shawty know I get it on
Bangin' like this Saint's Row, I made my bones inside the Nawf
She tryna help me take it slow

Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa
Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole and he told me he didn't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin

Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh, shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me
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Writer: Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Leonardo Mateus, Malik Bynoe-Fisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




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