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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Strictly Steppin Lyrics

Strictly Steppin Lyrics[Intro]
(Any last words?)
Break it up
(D-roc, D-roc, D-roc)

[Chorus: Birdman]
Paper chase, money flowin'
Bad bitches, the numbers showin
Rich nigga, the water be flowin'
It's hella choppas and we shinin' when we pull up
Rich bitch, hood bitches, the same shit
In alligator flippin' money with the same clique
I put it down and break the same bitch
Round the corner with that same shit

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Pimpin' hoes, what's the blame bitch?
Fire flame for the flame shit
We sellin' dope out the Range bitch
A hunnid birds on some birds shit
We leave a brain on the curb bitch
I sell the work at the work bitch
I put a million on the surface
Playboy you a circus bitch

[Chorus: Birdman]
Paper chase, money flowin'
Bad bitches, the numbers showin
Rich nigga, the water be flowin'
It's hella choppas and we shinin' when we pull up
Rich bitch, hood bitches, the same shit
In alligator flippin' money with the same clique
I put it down and break the same bitch
Round the corner with that same shit

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hella choppas, Probably jumping off a helicopter
Bust prescription, strictly fuck with bitches that go to the doctor
I ain't dancing 'round, one shot gon' body rock him
War, another problem
Keep my heat, see 'em all with me and some niggas out the fuckin' bottom
Inside the Rolls Royce, pop a bottle (Check this out, look, uh)
Hot Beezy, go tell 'em test, and I spent half a ticket all on my necklace
Strictly steppin' in my section
It's a recession, all my youngins dumb
Switch on back of Glock, see the bitch, then stop
Brrrr, bitch that's for Big Dump
D-roc, D-roc, that my bro we making ton of cash
Dior jacket, Louis V bag
I got a drac' in this bitch, nigga play
300 cash, five, call the bank
Stunna just called and said it's on the way
800 thousand just for my AP
Grimy, still cutthroat, stay out my way
Pop one bean, can't feel my face
I just beat another case
Well atleast that's how I'm feeling, speak that shit okay
I want it to come to that
They be spinning and killing and I go sit back in the wraith
Thanking my momma and praying for my partners, they up in a cage
While they wait, I'ma fill up the safe

[Chorus: Birdman]
Paper chase, money flowin'
Bad bitches, the numbers showin
Rich nigga, the water be flowin'
It's hella choppas and we shinin' when we pull up
Rich bitch, hood bitches, the same shit
In alligator flippin' money with the same clique
I put it down and break the same bitch
Round the corner with that same shit