YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Rose Gold lyrics

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Rose Gold lyrics]

Uh, tell them niggas stay out my way
I'm good
Tell 'em I don't need no award, I'm 'hood
Ho wan' fuck, tell the bitch, "Let's do it"
Rolls Royce umbrella
She thought they were canes
Jump in a Bentley,  I jump off a plane
Swervin' that Phantom, still duckin' the cams
I'm the shit, fuck a Pamper
They bring up my name
Not wearin' white, everything rose gold
Got another nigga ho tryna take my soul
Put in the Patek and it came two-tone
Cartier bracelets with Jacob & Co
Sit up and cope hopin' it's plain jane, keep
A nigga heart cold, woah
Fuck nigga want you to say you want smoke
Fuck on these hoes and they
Fresh like the Pope

Shoot wit' the Glock like I'm Ja
Global, don't need no WiFi
She know I ain't doin'
Shit for hundred thousand
Fuck 'em, go tell 'em I'm hot now
I waited to blow, I popped now
One million dollars, I'm turnin' it down
One hundred million, I'm chasin' it down
Controllin' my business inside of my home
Rich nigga
Bentley sittin' dead 'cause nobody
Drive it round
Case in the feds and I'm waitin' for his call
Celine, color red lookin' like
He sellin' pounds
Jimmy Choo granted, my AP is matchin'
My shorts got 'em both in the color of brown
Hold up, know the whole thing rose gold
Sit and I think, I'm just watchin' her tone
Makin' 'cus lil ho I ain't regular fuck 'em
It don't make a difference because
They ain't scared of us
Every contestant, I buried 'em
We're laughin' everytime they say
They head of us
Grind all day, I don't do no clubbin'
Pushin' who button, it'll turn out ugly
Remember I said only you can trust me
Know I'm cutthroat, slime
Just like my cousin

Uh, tell them niggas stay out my way
I'm good
Tell 'em I don't need no award, I'm 'hood
Ho wan' fuck, tell the bitch, "Let's do it"
Rolls Royce umbrella
She thought they were canes
Jump in a Bentley, I jump off a plain
Swervin' that Phantom, still duckin' the cams
I'm the shit, fuck a Pamper
They bring up my name
Not wearin' white, everything rose gold
Got another nigga ho tryna take my soul
Put in the Patek and it came two-tone
Cartier bracelets with Jacob & Co
Sit up and cope hopin' it's plain jane, keep
A nigga heart cold, woah
Fuck nigga want you to say you want smoke
Fuck on these hoes and they
Fresh like the Pope

Gangsta Grillz

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