nbayoungboat lyrics – lil yachty

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i don’t know what you take me for ho
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i ain’t
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young nigga rich nigga i’m a bad bitch getter
fuck nigga hoe nigga i don’t fuck with broke niggas
always held my own since i jumped up off the porch nigga
you ain’t know now you know nigga hi-tec pour a four nigga

bitch roll me my sack before i come in
80 thousand dollars plus a jet on a backend
twenty twin twins finna get plucked like a chicken
brother locked up he spent much time in the kitchen
we ain’t really with that pretendin’ and shit pretendin’ and shit
i got six catholic hoes in here sinnin’ and shit sinnin’ and shit
pour that shit up bust it down hoo
bought a new crib it got several amenities gang
you gon’ get shot like the kennedys yeah
fuckin’ with lil boat and yb doot pew

carbon it sound like a dump truck trraaa
soon as i up we gon’ back up boom boom
she wanna fuck i’ma smash her smash
he want a verse i’ma tax him i’ma tax him
say you want smoke it ain’t ’bout nothing
i know that nigga ain’t ’bout nothing he ain’t ’bout it
bring out the boat when the flood coming
strapped with a tec when you pull up on me

i’m with the .38 baby my neck see more water than the navy
gang
i was finna fuck your bitch my nigga then i got lazy ugh
i saw your new watch that shit cool but my shit crazy
canary yellow diamonds in my mouth like i bit a daisy yeah
i’m with lil baby yeah keep a .380 yeah pew pew
i’m with big slime yeah you know we goin’ brazy yeah slatt

17 with four babies yeah
lotta money know they hate me yeah
one on four they try to play me yeah
shoot his ass right up in here pew pew pew pew
diamonds they shine like a headlight shine
i keep that lil’ bitch off her head right
i’ma lay up and fuck on her every night every night
when i’m leavin’ i’m headin’ straight to the flight no
got a tiger but no i’m not mike tyson mike tyson
scuff in the club like fight night fight night
i make that lil’ ho act right act right
i tell that bitch fuck up my sack right bitch

put that lil bitch on a spirit flight gang
return her next to me one night nyoom
we running and ducking from squad lights hoo
i got thirty two shots in the gun fight
these niggas sweet like a honey bun sweet
don’t worry ’bout where my money from
at the crib on the couch we got huntin’ guns doot
dissect his hand from his other arm doot doot doot
young nigga rich nigga i’m a big bag getter woo
bitch nigga snitch nigga never met a real nigga bitch
never had six figures my bitch do tricks nigga
i go by lil boat and i’m coolin’ with some real hittas gang
whip on the wrist that’s a brick on the fist nigga
no light needed for this chain it’s gon’ glist nigga yeah
vs one stone that shit not far from flawless
fuck a pretty bitch nigga my money gorgeous bitch lil boat…