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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Fuck My Baby Mama Dondada Lyrics

Fuck My Baby Mama (Dondada) Lyrics[Intro]
(Dubba-AA flexin’)
Yo bombaclat (Blatt)
[?]
(This is the sound)
Brdd
Oh bitch ass nigga (I know)
What? Gang, yeah
I’m a 38-Baby, nigga, I ain’t never change (I got it on my body)
I be seein’ all that bitch ass shit y’all niggas be doin’
You niggas wan’ be like me
Broke ass boy

[Chorus]
Shawty if we fuck around, then your friends ain't gotta know
I know how to keep a secret, lotta shit that you don’t know
Fell in love with totin’ guns when I jumped up off the porch
Went from broke to havin’ money, plus these diamonds on me glow
At the trap house with my niggas with them choppas on the flo’
Say that they gon’ take sum from me, brought that choppa to my show
I made the news, ain’t shit to prove, nigga know I ain’t no hoe
Lose your life behind these jewels, raise yo’ hand, you gotta go

[Verse 1]
Private number called my iPhone, talkin’ real reckless (What up?)
Hang up, call back, get the dial tone
See me, better stretch me
Don’t know why these niggas do me wrong
You know I won’t stress it
Bitch don’t tempt me, bet’ not test me
Up the Glock like “Nigga, catch me”
The way that I act, man, you niggas can’t be me
The way that I come, man, you niggas can’t see me
The way that I live, it ain’t on no T.V
Saw it in person, you saw it in 3-D
I’m in the AMG Benz with 3Three (Skrr)
This nigga [?], clockin’ the fee-fee
Whippin’ the Yale, pass it to Chi-Chi
Who is that? Nigga, that’s NBA KD

[Bridge]
It ain’t shit to get them birds gone (Brrd) (Nigga, I know)
It ain’t shit to get that nigga gone (Nigga, I know)
Lotta lean in my styrofoam (I know)
[?] on my iPhone (I know)
Hit a nigga with that chop (Glah, glah, glah, glah, glah)
I up this bitch, I bet I rock (Blah, blah, blah, blah)
Say he on go, I bet I stop (He on go, I bet I stop, yeah)
I send that nigga to the doc’ (I make that nigga see the doc’)

[Verse 2]
Birdman on the line, I just invested in them bricks
If I buy three, I know that Willie T gon’ whip that bitch to six
Everybody goin’ to jail, police run up in this bitch (Get down)
On me, nigga bet’ not tell, drop a bag to get him hit
I a put that choppa on they ass, I ain’t lyin’
In my bank account I got a lot of bands, I ain’t lyin’
I a put that choppa on they ass, I ain’t lyin’
In my bank account I got a lot of bands, I ain’t lyin’
Since I came home, I been with that shit, though
All my niggas keep them sticks, though
Make my niggas pull a kick do’
When I pull up at yo’ front do’, better tell yo’ mama get low
Who that is in that whip, though?
Baby Joe, he got a Draco
Brrd

[Bridge]
It ain’t shit to get them birds gone (Brrd) (Nigga, I know)
It ain’t shit to get that nigga gone (Nigga, I know)
Lotta lean in my styrofoam (I know)
[?] on my iPhone (I know)
Hit a nigga with that chop (Glah, glah, glah, glah, glah)
I up this bitch, I bet I rock (Blah, blah, blah, blah)
Say he on go, I bet I stop (He on go, I bet I stop, yeah)
I send that nigga to the doc’ (I make that nigga see the doc’)

[Chorus]
Shawty if we fuck around, then your friends ain't gotta know
I know how to keep a secret, lotta shit that you don’t know
Fell in love with totin’ guns when I jumped up off the porch
Went from broke to havin’ money, plus these diamonds on me glow
At the trap house with my niggas with them choppas on the flo’
Say that they gon’ take sum from me, brought that choppa to my show
I made the news, ain’t shit to prove, nigga know I ain’t no hoe
Lose your life behind these jewels, raise yo’ hand, you gotta go