Free Meechy (Explicit)-Youngboy Never Broke Again

Free Meechy (Explicit)

时间:2023-05-12

    使用手机浏览器「扫一扫」

    在手机上保存,获得更好体验

标签
猜你喜欢的歌曲
歌词

Free Meechy (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Lyrics by:Aaron Hill/Daniel Lebrun/Kentrell Gaulden/Michael Roberge

Composed by:Aaron Hill/Daniel Lebrun/Kentrell Gaulden/Michael Roberge

Any last words

What what what what

N***a yeah

Bow bow bow

Tell 'em check me out now

Know I got that **** in me

Know I got my glock out

Say that they gon' get at me

Murder know that that be my town

Try to slang that stick at me

Try to send a ***** to me

Ima send her right back up in pieces

I'm on three r's call that reese's pieces

Gravedigger no jesus pieces

Beef with me and it ain't no sleepin'

Murder until we get even

That's on God got my ***** behind me

Plenty sticks inside this car

I pray the law don't get behind me

Gon' send me straight to rikers island

Said lil' ***** I'm 'bout it

You ain't kill **** you ain't wack nothin'

Know we got plenty bodies

Come from the slums ridin' in a bucket

Now we four door slidin'

Wit' 30 sticks off in this *****

I want a n***a for to trip

I up and shoot from off the hip bang

Gang know that what I bang

Green flags got everything

Shorty bad she insane

She just want to give me brain

But can't be my main

You know I got a savage ***** don't trip

She let me thug wit' the chick who stayed down wit' me

Play I swang around this ***** like I'm playin' baseball

Can't get no xans klonopins I'm rollin' off them footballs

Make me foot y'all what that mean step on him

Dirty ************ smash him then we rep off him

Ooh

Bullets do a flip youngin' tryna blues him

Ooh ooh ooh

Hold on kill that ***** and tell his mama haha

Bet you miss him

Drinkin' out the bottle sleepin' wit' my choppa mhm

I mix tobacco with my mojo know the devil got me hm

I'm with xo runnin' eps about my ex ho

That's a dog ho tryna put me

Back on child support

I got money now and I'm on that thirty million flow

Hundred thousand dollars sittin'

Right there on top the bed pole

My lil' ***** a model

I'm recordin' I'm feelin' on her body

***** I'm out my body

Pop that x and flood my veins wit' molly

Watch me swerve the rolls

Know I'm in this ***** right now okay

Choppa wit' a knife get slayed

Massacre mascaraed

Rockstar ************

Make the crowd go up in a rage

I'm on so many *** this mornin'

I forgot to paint my face

Wygd when you play you gon' die hold on

I got them slimes and you

Know that they gon' ride

'Fore a n***a was a millionaire

I was in that car hold on

Caught 'em on that porch

And I hit 'em wit' that fire

Ooh ooh ooh

Bullets do a flip youngin' tryna blues him

Ooh ooh ooh

Hold on kill that ***** and tell his mama haha

Bet you miss him

展开显示全部歌词