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Youngboy Never Broke Again - I Admit Lyrics

I Admit Song Lyrics
I Admit by YoungBoy Never Broke Again (Yung Lan on the track)
DJ Drama
Kentrell
Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty
YoungBoy, are you ready?

Give no care 'bout who you f**k, she know I'm a gangster (Grr, grr, grr)
I flash out bad, I don't care who in here, now, girl bring yo' ass here
You all mine, don't you let 'em get in your mind, baby (Ooh)
I admit you got that, "Ooh-ooh" (Ooh-ooh)
And I like the way you do, ooh (You do, ooh)
Needed you from the start, but only if you knew
Gon' make sure you shine, sometime I lie
Babygirl, you know I'm slime

Prove to me that you're solid
You want my heart, girl, you got it (Oh, na, na)
It never gon' matter what they challenge me
Wish you standin' on side of me
She know I'm gang-bangin' violent
And know I got plenty bodies
Run to the stage, YoungBoy in the buildin'
Got the bag in, time to turn up this sh*t
Hit 'em both straight, I ain't got no limp
Stay intact, it don't matter how hard it get
I'ma buy both, ain't no hardest pick
Tryin' hard for the slump, I'm gon' need no attempt
Steady keepin' my head, I'm on top of the rim
I been breathin' and dyin', she want me to live, yeah
She know, put this money aside and put it on (Woah-oh)
I would hate to see you run, I want you here with me now
And never for the go

Give no care 'bout who you f**k, she know I'm a gangster (Grr, grr, grr)
I flash out bad, I don't care who in here, now, girl bring yo' ass here
You all mine, don't you let 'em get in your mind, baby (Ooh)
I admit you got that, "Ooh-ooh" (Ooh-ooh)
And I like the way you do, ooh (You do, ooh)
Needed you from the start, but only if you knew
Gon' make sure you shine, sometime I lie
Babygirl, you know I'm slime

I know you slime, I know you ain't lackin', you violent
Them niggas ran down on yo' homie, now you slidin'
If I don't pick up when you call, you gon' be wildin'
But, I just pray you make it home
Ayy, yo, and we still on that get-back
Poppin' chains, don't give sh*t back
Backshots get that grip back
Go down, get yo' lick back
Real niggas don't play with a bad b**ch, he ain't finna risk that
Soon as I give it to him, he finna get my name on his next tat'
Go against me, where your suicide letter?
b**ch wanna kill theyself, then I let her
Soon as he say it's go-time, I get her
Told that b**ch, "Bow down," when I met her
You a amateur, ho, I'm in the league
Point guard, tongue out, oh, look at the speed
I don't lick the rims on shots, I all net her
Jumpshot wetter, NBA better (Gangsta Grillz)

NBA better, NBA better, NBA YoungBoy better (This is a public service announcement)
It ain't no question (Do not be alarmed)
Ain't no discussion, yeah, they know YoungBoy better (Yeah, they know YoungBoy)

Give no care 'bout who you f**k, she know I'm a gangster (Grr, grr, grr)
I flash out bad, I don't care who in here, now, girl bring yo' ass here
You all mine, don't you let 'em get in your mind, baby (Ooh)
I admit you got that, "Ooh-ooh" (Ooh-ooh)
And I like the way you do, ooh (You do, ooh)
Needed you from the start, but only if you knew
Gon' make sure you shine, sometime I lie
Babygirl, you know I'm slime

I know you slime, I know you mine
And everytime you with me, b**ches be cryin'
I know you lyin', I let you slide
It's Queen Sleeze, in the forty with me, that b**ch'll die