YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Louie V lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Louie V lyrics]
(Ayo E Go Krazy, ISM)
(This a Trvilll cook up)
Huh, Louis V on my jacket
I need to go black in most my clothes
(My clothes) i don't even wanna attend if
Bad hoes ain't involved (Ain't involved)
And I don't give not one fuck 'bout
What these niggas think at all (Nah)
Upper than up, I don't need no Adderall
She bought a bag from MaxField
She know how to handle the sack well
Give a fuck 'bout a critic, suck
A dick, tell 'em all, "Go to Hell"
I got sick, now I'm never gon' fail
Pull her hair, and I smack on her tail
I'm the shit, bitch, I'm
Poppin', see me swag, don't you copy
Pull up in that rocket with red coated nails
Huh, bitch, come give your all to me
(Uh, Benz, G Wagon) i'm drippin'
I'm up in this motherfuckin' Thrasher
Set trippin', I'm up in this motherfucker
Thrashin’ i'ma shoot at them dudes
(Brrt, baow)
'cause they doin' all that flaggin'
(They doin' all that flaggin')
Hold on, YB, you movin' too cool
And I run the league like I'm John Madden
Yeah, CELINE, bad bitch
(Oh) , I dress her up in Pucci too (Wow-wow)
Shoot that crew, know they do that dude
Ho, you got me naked, now eat your food
(Wow-wow) i'm gonna buy her white gold (Wow)
Get your bitch for to go up
And down on the pole (Wow-wow)
I'm active around this bitch, yeah
I smack on her ass tell her put up her phone
(Oh, wow-wow)
Huh, Louis V on my jacket
I need to go black in most my clothes
I don't even wanna attend if
Bad hoes ain't involved
(Bad hoes ain't involved)
And I don't give not one fuck 'bout
What these niggas think at all
(Don't care what you think, at all)
Upper than up, I don't need no Adderall
(This a Trvilll cook up)
Huh, Louis V on my jacket
I need to go black in most my clothes
(My clothes) i don't even wanna attend if
Bad hoes ain't involved (Ain't involved)
And I don't give not one fuck 'bout
What these niggas think at all (Nah)
Upper than up, I don't need no Adderall
She bought a bag from MaxField
She know how to handle the sack well
Give a fuck 'bout a critic, suck
A dick, tell 'em all, "Go to Hell"
I got sick, now I'm never gon' fail
Pull her hair, and I smack on her tail
I'm the shit, bitch, I'm
Poppin', see me swag, don't you copy
Pull up in that rocket with red coated nails
Huh, bitch, come give your all to me
(Uh, Benz, G Wagon) i'm drippin'
I'm up in this motherfuckin' Thrasher
Set trippin', I'm up in this motherfucker
Thrashin’ i'ma shoot at them dudes
(Brrt, baow)
'cause they doin' all that flaggin'
(They doin' all that flaggin')
Hold on, YB, you movin' too cool
And I run the league like I'm John Madden
Yeah, CELINE, bad bitch
(Oh) , I dress her up in Pucci too (Wow-wow)
Shoot that crew, know they do that dude
Ho, you got me naked, now eat your food
(Wow-wow) i'm gonna buy her white gold (Wow)
Get your bitch for to go up
And down on the pole (Wow-wow)
I'm active around this bitch, yeah
I smack on her ass tell her put up her phone
(Oh, wow-wow)
Huh, Louis V on my jacket
I need to go black in most my clothes
I don't even wanna attend if
Bad hoes ain't involved
(Bad hoes ain't involved)
And I don't give not one fuck 'bout
What these niggas think at all
(Don't care what you think, at all)
Upper than up, I don't need no Adderall