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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think that they thuggin', but really the
This for them that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that choppa you that she wit it
I her my ba-a-ae
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I still be
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing money, from
Got a big on me

[Verse 1: Never Broke Again]
I do the dash in the winter, young fly like propella (brrr)
DJ Khaled, man I me another one
we do it, do it better
No, I'm not writing no
NBA new
These ain't shit, wanna suck on my dick
after she fucked my nigga
She raising her voice I battle
She tell me to go out, go
I think that I'm losing my
I think that I me a challenger
at it again, just me and twins
Tag her friend, we having her
She told me she but I know that she fake
Lil' shorty ain't told me no her

[Chorus: Never Broke Again]
for them bitches that's thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas that's thinkin' that thuggin', but really the ain't
for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that choppa you know she wit it
I her my ba-a-ae
These niggas shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up money, I steady be stuntin'
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on
Lotta on me
I'm that money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me

[Verse 2: Quando
Too bands in my bank account
A lot of blue hunnits, a large
Got a brick of some dope, put shit on the boat
When it to the money, we ain't runnin' out
No buried in that Federal
Niggas hate but they on my level though
I swear that they compatible
Smokin' Gelato and sippin' on
I'm really a felon, still the FN, might catch me a ca-a-ase
up to the show in a brand new Benz and we leave in a Wra-a-aith
I told all my niggas: "It's no new friends", these niggas be fa-a-ake
I got out my and got in the bag, 30 racks in a sa-a-afe
All of my niggas, they Crippin', they love blue Benji's
I run that up, I guess that's why they hatin'
Everyday I be drippin', these new Balenci's
My shirt made by Louis, my shoes, Givenchy
My girl like that but I like the Fendi
It's a in my cup, I don't fuck with the Henny
These chains 'round my neck cost a new Bent
If you try to come it, get hit with a semi
I want the money, I want
I that bitch cause she look finer
I the Louis, I want the Fendi
I mix Chanel belts Givenchy
He cappin' in rap, so no, I can't him
He forgot I was on, man I had to him
I'm not lost in the sauce, everyday I be
Bust Rollie, perfect timing

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
This for them bitches who thinkin' real, but really they fake
This for them who think that they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that you know that she wit it
I call her my
niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I still be
Got blue faced on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on
faces on me
I'm chasing that money, from Monday to
Got a big on me
Slime!