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Bat Man Lyrics By Youngboy Never Broke Again

    dubbaaa flexin’
    mm statik on the track david tell em

    big gat i got all this moneyinmy pants talkin’big stacks
    had to tell that bitchto watch her hands push yo’ shit back
    i be walking with that thirty in my pants you can’t miss that
    i know you see the way these diamonds dance

    crack the seal on that dope and pour a four up
    you got the opp i got the backwood get you rolled up
    and life cold my nigga died think that it’s colder
    swerve on a nigga ass aim with the strap watch how he fold up
    bitch you ain’t gon’ fold nothin’ one thing you know is up with me
    i got nothin’ but killers on that line and they all stuck with me
    fuck the money bro them clutch that iron and they gon’ bust for me
    run up that’s when all you niggas dyin’ you think ’bout touching me
    these niggas shootin’ shit luckily
    bitch this ain’t no luck nigga we get close bust the fire
    no shooting from a distance we gon’ zip ’em you just pull on side
    this cutter hit ’em flip ’em draco split ’em and they don’t walk outside
    talk like you official we gon’ blitz him buried while alive

    pre
    pull up in that rolls i look like batman
    i’m cold right now man where the heater nigga fuck the fan
    i think i’m james brown or elvis how these diamonds dance
    these niggas roll down we spinnin’ finna bust his ass

    big gat i got all this money in my pants talkin’ big stacks
    had to tell that bitch to watch her hands push yo’ shit back
    i be walking with that thirty in my pants you can’t miss that
    i know you see the way these diamonds dance

    man look he said he gon’ step on who i’m gon’ put him on the news
    i just hit an opp with the stick like i’m playing pool
    hundred shots a hundred fools 4ktrey break all the rules
    die today if we see you stretch ’em and watch how i move
    bitches tryna youngboy walk niggas tryna ballerblock
    come see what i got in this car before i shoot i shorten the stock
    big thirtyeight i beat a opp big fourfive and it’s made by glock
    hop out the car and escape from the cops
    spray it with the k and we tearing up the block

    pre
    pull up in that rolls i look like batman
    i’m cold right now man where the heater nigga fuck the fan
    i think i’m james brown or elvis how these diamonds dance
    these niggas roll down we spinnin’ finna bust his ass

    big gat i got all this money in my pants talkin’ big stacks
    had to tell that bitch to watch her hands push yo’ shit back
    i be walking with that thirty in my pants you can’t miss that
    i know you see the way these diamonds dance

    man look he said he gon’ step on who i’m gon’ put him on the news
    i just hit an opp with the stick like i’m playing pool

    Artist: Youngboy Never Broke Again

    Year: 2020

    Decade: 20s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 302