YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Crazy Love lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Crazy Love lyrics]
(I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello? This Mike Laury, Dubba-AA flexin’)
(This is the sound)
I’ma gangsta who got feelin’s
You know what you be doin’
Drive that McLaren with no
Ceilings, lane to lane, i be flowin’
I’m screamin’ blood
I got all my niggas name on my arm
You playin’ games, I ain’t no child
I could go play with my son
In my show when hoes be rushin’
I just ring the alarm
The media say I mistreat you and
That shit I don’t be doin’
Name my mixtape after a bitch
I bet her name was that stand for
I think Morocco where she say she was from
Now I’m a star
Everybody wait on shit I’ma say
You down for me? Swear I won’t leave
Like motherfuck what they say
I prayed to God for to eat so
I can’t trip ‘bout my plate
Wait, hold on, niggas say can’t complain
‘bout what’s on my plate, yeah
Yeah, real nigga, never switchin’, yeah
Yeah, big blood, steady drippin’, yeah
Yeah, young nigga from them trenches, yeah
Yeah, on my soul, I’ma get it
38-Baby, I roll in a Regal
AMG Benz, pullin’ up on my people
Kill you bitch and I choke you out
I put your ass in the back of the
Wait, my listenin’, ain’t mean that
Wait, whole lotta blood, I done seen that
Whole lotta money, I done count that
If I think you don’t love me, I fall back
Gotta stop spendin’ my money
Gotta stop worryin’ ‘bout bitches, yeah
Gotta stop fuckin’ these hoes, huh
Gotta stop eatin’ these bitches, yeah
I don’t give a fuck who love me, huh
Bitch, I’m straight out them trenches, huh
Bitch, I kill yo’ brother, uh
Ready for him to
Walk on the stage and I try
To take a look at errybody mind in a rage
Had to learn that I can’t do for errybody
It ain’t my fault, that how I feel
I ain’t trustin’ nobody
Saw for myself that they don’t care or
Give a fuck ‘bout my problems
I shoulda knew that you wasn’t real
It was right in my face
How could I not see that there was
Someone else that’s taking my place
You let me know that there’s so
Much that one person can take
I got your name on my head
And the H stand for hate
Hello? This Mike Laury, Dubba-AA flexin’)
(This is the sound)
I’ma gangsta who got feelin’s
You know what you be doin’
Drive that McLaren with no
Ceilings, lane to lane, i be flowin’
I’m screamin’ blood
I got all my niggas name on my arm
You playin’ games, I ain’t no child
I could go play with my son
In my show when hoes be rushin’
I just ring the alarm
The media say I mistreat you and
That shit I don’t be doin’
Name my mixtape after a bitch
I bet her name was that stand for
I think Morocco where she say she was from
Now I’m a star
Everybody wait on shit I’ma say
You down for me? Swear I won’t leave
Like motherfuck what they say
I prayed to God for to eat so
I can’t trip ‘bout my plate
Wait, hold on, niggas say can’t complain
‘bout what’s on my plate, yeah
Yeah, real nigga, never switchin’, yeah
Yeah, big blood, steady drippin’, yeah
Yeah, young nigga from them trenches, yeah
Yeah, on my soul, I’ma get it
38-Baby, I roll in a Regal
AMG Benz, pullin’ up on my people
Kill you bitch and I choke you out
I put your ass in the back of the
Wait, my listenin’, ain’t mean that
Wait, whole lotta blood, I done seen that
Whole lotta money, I done count that
If I think you don’t love me, I fall back
Gotta stop spendin’ my money
Gotta stop worryin’ ‘bout bitches, yeah
Gotta stop fuckin’ these hoes, huh
Gotta stop eatin’ these bitches, yeah
I don’t give a fuck who love me, huh
Bitch, I’m straight out them trenches, huh
Bitch, I kill yo’ brother, uh
Ready for him to
Walk on the stage and I try
To take a look at errybody mind in a rage
Had to learn that I can’t do for errybody
It ain’t my fault, that how I feel
I ain’t trustin’ nobody
Saw for myself that they don’t care or
Give a fuck ‘bout my problems
I shoulda knew that you wasn’t real
It was right in my face
How could I not see that there was
Someone else that’s taking my place
You let me know that there’s so
Much that one person can take
I got your name on my head
And the H stand for hate