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Time I’m On Lyrics By Youngboy Never Broke Again

    three man
    dubbaaa flexin’
    ai
    louie bandz made another one
    i ain’t never did that nah
    why you acting likethatnah
    i do thisshit ’cause shit i just bein my own world
    this is the sound

    i drink codeine my cup on the dirty to relax
    smoking hella weed loaded i just bought another pack
    don’t walk up on me clutchin’ you might walk into that strap
    these hoes be on me ’cause they know all these other niggas cap
    out late night with three ma i ain’t comin’ home
    i been tryna make it through the headphones
    you see me when i came in i was all alone
    now nobody understand the type of time i’m on

    post
    four choppers in the coupe me and my bro ‘nem
    catch him run down on him we gon’ put it on him
    everybody ridin’ bullets flyin’ niggas dyin’ we gotta show them
    these bitch ass niggas done stole him and we don’t even know them

    nigga try and i’ma blow him right on the scene
    nigga check how i been flexin’ with these hundreds in my jeans
    i been trying to shake back i been loaded off that lean
    tryna come up with a plan i ain’t throwed off as i seem
    i’m in cali at the studio and hoes running in and out
    no more sleeping on montana couch with a chopper somewhere close around
    i been living good on my own i ain’t no baby now
    i got platinum plaques around the house
    i be high i ain’t worried ’bout y’all

    i drink codeine my cup on the dirty to relax
    smoking hella weed loaded i just bought another pack
    don’t run up on me clutchin’ you might walk into that strap
    these hoes be on me ’cause they know all these other niggas cap
    out late night with three ma i ain’t comin’ home
    i been tryna make it through the headphones
    you see me when i came in i was all alone
    now nobody understand the type of time i’m on

    post
    four choppers in the coupe me and my bro ‘nem
    catch him run down on him we gon’ put it on him
    everybody ridin’ bullets flyin’ niggas dyin’ we gotta show them
    these bitch ass niggas done stole him and we don’t even know them

    i ain’t sit around motherfuck what they make i done went that way
    i don’t play hundred rounds hundred racks on your brain young niggas go rampage
    this a new maybach seat go back more space right between us an ice tray
    audemar rose gold i don’t know what the time say new piece that shyne made
    walkin’ ’round with racks on me motherfuck if it’s flashy
    i come straight up out the street ain’t no pretending no acting
    i don’t blame no one for my struggle i still fuck with my daddy
    i’m still thuggin’ high as fuck ridin’ ’round toting ratchets

    out late night with three ma i ain’t comin’ home
    i been tryna make it through the headphones
    you see me when i came in i was all alone
    now nobody understand the type of time i’m on

    post
    four choppers in the coupe me and my bro ‘nem
    catch him run down on him we gon’ put it on him
    everybody ridin’ bullets flyin’ niggas dyin’ we gotta show them
    these bitch ass niggas done stole him and we don’t even know them

    this is the sound

    Artist: Youngboy Never Broke Again

    Year: 2019

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 304