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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Red Lyrics

Red Lyrics[Intro]
Quick
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)
Hm, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah

[Chorus]
My whole life red, bitch, I bang that red
Babygirl, who the fuck is you?
New bitch go to LSU
If I want it, I pay
My young niggas hungry, they take off your head
Stylin', my stylist, she bringin' it in
I can do it myself, but we perfect together
Run up that money, we workin' together
Rich, full of water, we surfin' together
Neck full of water, young nigga propeller
Why? 'Cause I'm flyer than all of these niggas (Flyer than all y'all)
You ain't alone, you ain't all alone, oh, baby
I put that shit on
I can show you how to put that shit on, my baby
[Verse]
Up the TEC, I can't lose it, I stay groovy
And I make music, watch me do it
I see you like to move it
Come on, bae, let me see you get to it
I'm a fool, they say that I'm foolish
From a hood up inside Baton Rouge
Put a nigga up inside a bullpen
He won't make it out, body left layin' out
I be thinkin' a lot of shit ruined
Steady be tryna figure my plan out
Got the money, they know I'm the man now
Know they on me, I tell them to stand down
Nigga thought he was safe 'til we ran down
Brodie knock off your face, keep your hands down, wow
Pour the shit up, I'm drinkin' it slow
Two ounces, drop in a twenty ounce
Told that girl she's mine forever
That girl, she was lost, now found
Told her, get her life together
Fuckin' up, I don't need you 'round (Ooh)
Now I realize I lose if I lose you
Now I blues'd them clues
Ain't got to workout, I'm flexin' the, uh
Young nigga, AI, you know I got moves
Drivin' it in and I'm layin' it up
I'm on the battlefield
Yeah, livin' life like Call Of Duty, for real
I'm holdin' a bag of pills, yeah
Got shawty inside of here chewin', for real
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My whole life red, bitch, I bang that red
Babygirl, who the fuck is you?
New bitch go to LSU
If I want it, I pay
My young niggas hungry, they take off your head
Stylin', my stylist, she bringin' it in
I can do it myself, but we perfect together
Run up that money, we workin' together
Rich, full of water, we surfin' together
Neck full of water, young nigga propeller
Why? 'Cause I'm flyer than all of these niggas (Flyer than all y'all)
You ain't alone, you ain't all alone, oh, baby
I put that shit on
I can show you how to put that shit on, my baby