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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – 38 Baby Lyrics

I don't give a fuck who out here doing this shit mane, yeah
You know, nigga know what the fuck it is mane, NBA gang, ya heard me?
I go by Young Boy, I'm the hottest youngin', ya heard me?
Fuck what a nigga talking, believe that

Everybody under disguise man they scheming
These hoes will set you up
Tell you they love you they don't mean it
Full of syrup, bitch I'm leaning
Smoking dope with the demon
Send my younging at your little nigga give me a reason
I heard a nigga say they turned me up, get off a nigga dick
Don't like the fact that now I'm blowing up, nigga get on your shit
I got turned on next Montana ain't nobody give me shit
Bitch I bought my own car, started my own dealership
Cruising down Florida with my burner leaning faded
To tell the truth, I don't know why these niggas hating
I stay with the 38, I won't let nobody take me
And I know these niggas plotting, so I don't smile up in they faces

No I ain't crazy, so bitch don't try to play me
I'm a 38 baby, go against me I'm a slam them
Out the north, know not to spare them
Go with his move, bitch I dare them
Go with his move, bitch I dare them

And I don't go nowhere without that iron on me
This shit so cut throat my own niggas talking down on me
These niggas envy for no reason, I ain't got time for them
I'm out that gang and what I rep bitch I stand on it
And I don't go nowhere without that iron on me
This shit so cut throat my own niggas talking down on me
These niggas envy for no reason, I ain't got time for them
I'm out that gang and what I rep bitch I stand on it

For so long I've been slept on, got to make them believe me
Just bought a Glock up out the north, so that's them shots off the 3's
Got the law up on my ass, demons up in my dreams
Andy Gaulden was my uncle, robbin' shit in my genes
Nigga I'll prove it while you assuming
I'm up in Houston
Brand new rod for my younging for whoever wanna do me
With this beef shit, I don't stop like Q-Red bitch I'm producing
.33 let me hold the Glock, I'm just waiting for the Uzi, pussy

I'm strapped in the booth right now
But that's how the game go, they gon' talk
You know I ain't do nothing but turn up, niggas gon' hate
Bitch ass nigga get your money up gang
You heard me? I run my city NBA, never broke again
Yeah, 2016 shit nigga, NBA Live
Bitch I stand on the gang. Ay, ay Youngboy
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Songwriters: Kentrell Gaulden, Torie Foster
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