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lirik lagu fx the industry – youngboy never broke again

[intro]
17 (yeah)
i’m talkin’ ’bout who is out

[chorus]
pull up my convertible
still ain’t lookin’ like i’m rich
dior fish straight out the store
still look like i’m muggin’ trenches
[?] dior coats
still gon’ send the f*ckin’ hitters
know, i be on anecdotes
still gon’ drink in front my n*ggas
p*ssy ass n*gga can’t still keep up with me (yeah)
think they dealin’ sh*t, but still can’t f*ck with me (yeah)
i got slimes that bang that fire that’s still gon’ shoot for free
twelve can’t control me
now, i’ma go, go, go
[verse 1]
i don’t let sh*t go
i say, “no, no, no”
i just brought a brand new glock, and it ain’t come up out the store
if a opp try block me out, i shoot this b*tch right on the road
i keep drugs inside my body, and won’t let ’em take my soul
uh, uh, dope ass n*gga like he sellin’ dope, ha (ass)
uh, uh, pistol totin’ ass n*gga keep that pole, ha (brr)
check his swag, he ain’t bad with these hoes, ha
k!ll that n*gga ’bout that disrespect, they know now
he gon’ be just like his cousin, meechy real f*ckin’ slime
he wan’ be just like that n*gga yeezy, he gon’ go through time
he jus’ wan’ be real f*ckin’ shiesty like his uncle, huh?
he jus’ wan’ be real f*ckin’ icey like he santa side
he said he don’t wanna be n0body, he wanna be lil top
he said he don’t give a f*ck about it, just get him the guap
he say y’all can make an album ’bout it, just don’t f*ckin’ try
get the f*ckin’ industry in silence, they gon’ die, b*tch

[chorus]
pull up my convertible
still ain’t lookin’ like i’m rich
dior fish straight out the store
still look like i’m muggin’ trenches
[?] dior coats
still gon’ send the f*ckin’ hitters
know, i be on anecdotes
still gon’ drink in front my n*ggas (yeah)
p*ssy ass n*ggas can’t still keep up with me (yeah)
he been dealin’ sh*t, but still can’t f*ck with me (yeah)
i got slimes that bang that fire, that’s still gon’ shoot for free
twelve can’t control me
now, i’ma go, go, go
[verse 2]
sittin’ on your ho (huh?)
know they can’t control me
before i spit on that lil’ ho’ (b*tch)
put me back in jail, and i was still in there on dope (yeah)
know that we don’t give no f*ck
try spin them all monroe, that my bro (yeah)
who be out the window? mike amiri know i put it on (uh)
don’t be cute, if they don’t k!ll me, and i know i did know
i’ma flex on ’em, told the b*tch, “don’t call my phone”
send the blitz song, ride on them like, “boaw, boaw, boaw”
don’t give a f*ck ’bout who appear, we can shoot it down
don’t give a f*ck ’bout if you here, you apart the drop
[?] while you up here, when that d*ck make a sound
draco probably catch you smokin’ loud
ridin’ [?]

- youngboy never broke again

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