Carter son – Youngboy Never Broke Again lyrics

Lyrics Carter son – Youngboy Never Broke Again

Carter son lyrics
Picture me new 3D denim I m city rollin (Rollin )
But did I mention this my own clothin ?
The fuck you mean?
Made nigga bought my own Rollie
But if them crackers pull me over they gon say I stole it
Good mornin we on it I went bought two S trophies
My father left my sis and bros to them I feel I owed it
But let s not be heroic cause everybody roguish
They don t want us totin guns but they let the fuckin killers tote it
Let s take a ride and see though where them people be though
Colt 45 the grip design bought this bitch from Casino
Soprano no Soprino we live life like Yung Bino
Had a show in B-more after that post on the block with Chino (I m a hustlin motherfucker)
Look for a star on every hundred C note
I m the top on YouTube fuck a new school I don t use no Vevo
These niggas round me they too cruel they bust tools and die for me though
I don t pay money for no life the murder pay off me so

Came out alright
But I m blinded from the life I can’t see though
Got juveniles on the block thirty stick hangin out the Glock
Bandana tied round the clip and they go all out for me though

Sucked all the pain up let s fuck the game up
Plenty niggas on the block pushin that rock (It s the Carter s son)
You got your change up they brought your name up
When it s war we wet they block and when it s said this shit ll never be done
I can t say I m fucking with all this involvement
These niggas ain t right and they ballin
I don t give a fuck no I call up Osama my baba
Like “Load up and come and rob all them” (Rob all them)
Venezuela ventilator
My first trip to Georgia made em
Some companions with ambitions was
Double G NBA native
I wish baptism could ve saved us
Never broke until the grave in
Excuse ourselves knock on the tables
I make a pussy bite the pavement
I can t say I m fucking with all this involvement
These niggas ain t right and they ballin
I don t give a fuck no I call up Osama my baba
Like “Load up and come and rob all them” (Rob all them)

Came out alright
But I m blinded from the life I can’t see though
Got juveniles on the block thirty stick hangin out the Glock
Bandana tied round the clip and they go all out for me though

That s my son that s my slime
He on my dime it s the Carter s sonnn

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Carter son – Youngboy Never Broke Again lyrics
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