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Expensive Taste (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again
Lyrics by：Daniel ‘DRoc’ Lebrun/Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden
D-Roc D-roc
F**k them racks I keep a card
I got the Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my n***a
I told her hit me on the way when she headin' home
I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here
Real hitta bad n***a expensive bottle for b***hes
Main n***a wit' millions straight from the bottom my n***a
Gravedigga' and you know he don't tolerate mentions
Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with n***as
Big issues he ain't trippin' cause his sack thicker
Wonder how she feel that she finna get married to that n***a
Got to know I'm ready
She know I been waitin' plenty minutes
And she too bad for them jeans
Can't do no skinny dippin'
Ain't never worried 'bout these n***as
I do the realest pimpin'
Mink coat styrofoam d**e how I walk up in it
From off the porch they'll
Never know how these diamonds glistining
Made it out young n***a been on suicidal missions
I got on gang attire n***a this be the best of linen
Ride in a Lincoln when linking
No I don't need your lendin'
She think she got one up on me
I blew a bag on my homie
I got a chance and I boned it
Think all these n***as are phony
Wake up and smoke in the mornin'
I rep that flag wit my blood
These n***as know that I'm on it
I let off shots in the club
And these b***hes wanna be my mommy
But you know you not my girl
Flood her finger with diamonds
No I can't turn up your world
This a new better have your s**t together when you see me
N***a know I'm covered down in green
But for a fact I'm bleedin'
N***a knowin that I'm strapped
You better clap soon as you see me
Won't buy her anything but flood my sister for any reason
C*****e white like I'm sellin' d**gs
That's a new foreign off the lot for my thug why
Cause he been wit' me way before I even knew who I was
Lil shorty wit' me and she got me
She don't care 'bout no buzz
1942 get her drunk she gon' leave wit' a buzz
The feds on me watch how I talk
I think they planted a bug
What the f**k wrong wit' me
Spent a couple million
Wake up then the label sent another million
Ain't no slippin' on my pimpin'
Got it on me know I'm grippin'
Every time I sent a blitz they zipped 'em
Rare they fail a mission
Cause they know we get it done as usual how we come
Let 'em keep thinkin' I'm dumb I'm never done
Check how my pockets got them mumps
Check how them draco's got them drums
Make a beat like a band flood her wit' bands
Make her so hot they gon' think she got a tan
N***a know I'm known to bust my gun
For a fact I ain't never ran this who I am
Better speak clear or I can't hear what you sayin'
Made n***a wit' millions straight from the bottom my n***a
Dirty cutter crazy how a choppa clean up the block
Won fights inside the hood
Lost fights inside the block it never stop
Come from the ground I ain't use a crane
I rushed to top
Play wit' them glizzys like Shmurda
They know that lil n***a hot
And I got ten cars I ain't never showed the s**t that I got
I could have ten broads
But ain't nothin' worth the b***h on my side
Could be the best one recordin'
But ain't nothin' worth Jason spot
I get in then hit it hard then I cum on her twat
He can be a robber
Bet that n***a won't stick his hand in my pocket
Cut off his arm bet he won't say that he took off on AI
I had it hard I walked on feet but now fly on a G5
Hope he don't think he could Gee me
I ain't goin for no G five
And that my blood he get it brackin'
He got to war when we firin'
Yea that my 10 to then end we gon' spin
Got Dior on my glasses and got Nick behind the lens
Just me my sister my momma and girl
No I don't need no friends
But I don't got a gun
I got a knife for when they kickin' in
I'm sleepin' lightly throught the night
Just incase Casper in
I got them capsules in New York
And they got molly in it
Imagine every friend wit' the s**t
Just don't let holly in
For to buy a flight and get away after I pop me a n***a
I take a flight and get away cause I can't tolerate n***as
Got to get mine straight out the gate
Hustlin' for more than eight figures
F**k that money got a black card
My Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my n***as
He this and that but tell me how the f**k do they figure
He worried 'bout any one these n***as or these b***hes
How how
I told her hit me on the way
When she headin' home
Real hitta band n***a
Expensive bottle for b***hes
Made n***a wit' millions
Straight from the bottom my n***a
It's Slimeto Lil Top AI
YoungBoy n***a Kentrell