YoungBoy Never Broke Again, BBG Dee - Love Don’t Show lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again, BBG Dee - Love Don’t Show lyrics]
(FJ on this beat, hoe)
Run through the streets in the bottom, bitch
I done lost love
Run through the streets in the bottom, bitch
I done lost love put my trust into no bitch
They gon' change up
Run through the streets, bitch
Everyday I keep a banga
Bitches wanna be famous and I’m like "Oh, oh
Oh" it be survival of the fittest, bitch
We 'bout to blow
Hoe in yo' nuts with no intentions
Up the Glock and dirty step 'em
Say Lil' Dee, you gotta calm down (Down)
You know that I got plenty
We don’t play around (Play around)
Ask Baby Joe, smoke from the throat
We quick to spray around (Ba, ba)
And it’s a fact, them niggas rats
Them people lay you down
And I can tell you that love don’t show
And I been livin' on my own
Fresh up off my Joes
My pain deep in, I want it gone
So I just smokе a Joe
You hear me shakin' through my tonе
I’m scared to trust a hoe
I run this bitch here for
Boozilla, he run up, i peel 'em
Penicillin, forever my nigga
We can’t clean his system
Steady thinkin' 'bout loosin' my
Riches and watchin' my
This for Baba, forever my shotta
He got cases pendin'
Run through the streets in the bottom, bitch
I done lost love
Run through the streets in the bottom, bitch
I done lost love put my trust into no bitch
They gon' change up
Run through the streets, bitch
Everyday I keep a banga
Bitches wanna be famous and I’m like "Oh, oh
Oh" it be survival of the fittest, bitch
We 'bout to blow
Hoe in yo' nuts with no intentions
Up the Glock and dirty step 'em
Run through the streets in the bottom, bitch
I done lost love
Run through the streets in the bottom, bitch
I done lost love put my trust into no bitch
They gon' change up
Run through the streets, bitch
Everyday I keep a banga
Bitches wanna be famous and I’m like "Oh, oh
Oh" it be survival of the fittest, bitch
We 'bout to blow
Hoe in yo' nuts with no intentions
Up the Glock and dirty step 'em
Say Lil' Dee, you gotta calm down (Down)
You know that I got plenty
We don’t play around (Play around)
Ask Baby Joe, smoke from the throat
We quick to spray around (Ba, ba)
And it’s a fact, them niggas rats
Them people lay you down
And I can tell you that love don’t show
And I been livin' on my own
Fresh up off my Joes
My pain deep in, I want it gone
So I just smokе a Joe
You hear me shakin' through my tonе
I’m scared to trust a hoe
I run this bitch here for
Boozilla, he run up, i peel 'em
Penicillin, forever my nigga
We can’t clean his system
Steady thinkin' 'bout loosin' my
Riches and watchin' my
This for Baba, forever my shotta
He got cases pendin'
Run through the streets in the bottom, bitch
I done lost love
Run through the streets in the bottom, bitch
I done lost love put my trust into no bitch
They gon' change up
Run through the streets, bitch
Everyday I keep a banga
Bitches wanna be famous and I’m like "Oh, oh
Oh" it be survival of the fittest, bitch
We 'bout to blow
Hoe in yo' nuts with no intentions
Up the Glock and dirty step 'em