Testo Never Stopping - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Testo della canzone Never Stopping (YoungBoy Never Broke Again), tratta dall'album I Just Got A Lot On My Shoulders
(Oh shit, 4reign, you cooked this one up, nigga?) Oh
(Ayo, Bleu)
Mm, don't give a fuck about no fuckin' school, nigga
(SAUCEboy, shit, what you want me to play?)
(Say, Terrelle, let's bring the beat in)
Mm, oh, huh, slow down, huh, hold on
Baby, get your roll, like—
Hold on, nah, I fucked up
Tell her, "Slow down"
Get your roll on
Fuck that, let me start over, look, hold on, hold on
Nene, I don't need your Chelsea, nah, nah
What's inside my pocket? That's Velveeta cheese, yeah, yeah
Keep that camera lens, you play with me, I shoot the scene
Flip my clip then— hit that bitch like— like mm, mm
I keep that shit inside my system to put up with you
I takе this money, buy my cars or some brand-new shoеs
I had to tell 'em give me bars for to catch my groove
I took that bitch and did her bad in my recording room
I gave that bitch some bands too
I'll see some shit 'bout church on TV, then I turn it off
I ain't talkin' money, I walk straight off
I ain't tryna hear that at all
Bitch, get me on then top me off, my life ain't strict at all
Fucked up, but I ain't fucked up, thank God I made it out
I'll throw you somethin', I'm turnt up, YoungBoy, I stay jaded
You gon' try somethin', get your head split
You gotta be fucking crazy
Bitch just want my money, she ain't gon' spend it on my baby
This bitch ain't give me nothin', she must thinkin' that she played me
I know that I ain't shit, but this ho say that I'm amazing
Oh, bitch, slow down, told her get her roll on
Please don't call YoungBoy phone, uh
They thought the legal beat me, bitch, I'm rich, he can't catch up
I ran it up, they see me and I'm barely showin' love
Put that bitch on TV, huh, I smoke that boy
All my bitches love me, I cut that extra ho like—
Nene, I don't need your Chelsea, nah, nah
What's inside my pocket? That's Velveeta cheese, yeah, yeah
Try me once, now want me take you back?
Hell nah, hell nah, huh, hell nah
Ooh, huh
Bitch tryna get mad and dive in my shit, she tryna fuck up my groove
Know I get mad as bad as a bitch if she can't get no shoes
Hop out that bitch, fit straight all rainbow
Bitch, you know I'm a fool
Who? Who they talkin' to?
Whack that man and then I do my dance, like, bitch, I been the truth
Get them bands and do the runnin' man
My bitch gon' bring my food, huh
Tell 'em fuck 'em, I been hustlin', I won't leave the stu'
Ooh (Oh shit, 4reign, you cooked this one up, nigga?)
Uh-huh, YoungBoy, I'm caught up with steppin'
Bang out, I'm with it, whatever
(SAUCEboy, shit, what you want me to play?)
Hold on, I don't need your Chelsea, hold on, hell nah
(Say, Terrelle, let's bring the beat in)
Credits
Writer(s): Ali Bouali, Kentrell Gaulden, Braylen Rembert, Kalim Pryce, Terrelle Francis Jr.
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