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Youngboy Never Broke Again - I Want You Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
Baow, baow, baow, baow

[Chorus]
Lil' shawty, I want you (Huh), 'cause you bad (Huh)
She like, "Can I text you?," she like my swag
She know when I come through, I show my ass (Yeah)
Hope to Lord I don't stretch my pants, know I'm in this bitch, let's go

[Verse 1]
Two packs came in, I pour a four
Slimes on point, they all gon' go
Four racks, nigga, that's just my coat
Fit on point from my head to my toe
All green flags, nigga, that's my code
4KTrey, and they all my bros
Every nigga dissed me, half them dead
Nigga would've did better buyin' a song
Burn that money on four iPhones
One tone AP, time I'm on
Two-tone Patek, and I came on strong
If you don't want stat', nigga, change that song
Gotta keep bad bitches inside my home
I'ma thug with her, but she can't stay long
[?] fuck with my dome, but I still don't let new niggas roam

[Chorus]
Lil' shawty, I want you (Huh), 'cause you bad (Huh)
She like, "Can I text you?," she like my swag
She know when I come through, I show my ass (Yeah)
Hope to Lord I don't stretch my pants, know I'm in this bitch, let's go

[Verse 2]
Two packs came in, I pour a four
Make sure that ain't my baby
Woah, now, lil' mama, slow it down, I got a bag in case
Come to my house, don't tell nobody, in here gettin' fucked up
Could've split that boy in his place, but they pussy boys lucked up
With that, don't give no fucks
We be totin' on tow trucks
They know this chopper knock a nigga face-off, in there pick it up
I like that girl, so get her hair, and she might leave my [?]
Panamera Porsche loaded, and it came with soft skin
Fuck your favorite rapper, bet his mammy know I off him
And that other boy just a good runner, I'm a runner, cross him
Make sure I bless his soul, cross him, right in front the office
Lil' ho, your fuckin' nigga die 'cause he ain't think to run from Altima

[Chorus]
Lil' shawty, I want you (Huh), 'cause you bad (Huh)
She like, "Can I text you?," she like my swag
She know when I come through, I show my ass
Hope to Lord I don't stretch my pants, know I'm in this bitch, let's go