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Youngboy Never Broke Again – Carter Son Lyrics

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Youre a Genius, McFly
AI
Its the Carters son
The Carters
Turn me up a lil

Picture me, new 3D denim, Im city rollin Rollin
But did I mention this my own clothin?
The fuck you mean?
Made nigga, bought my own Rollie
But if them crackers pull me over, they gon say I stole it
Good mornin, we on it, I went bought two S trophies
My father left my sis and bros, to them, I feel I owed it
But lets not be heroic, cause everybody roguish
They dont want us totin guns, but they let the fuckin killers tote it

Lets take a ride and see, though, where them people be, though
Colt 45, the grip design, bought this bitch from Casino
Soprano, no Soprino, we live life like Yung Bino
Had a show in B-more, after that post on the block with Chino Im a hustlin motherfucker
Look for a star on every hundred, C note
Im the top on YouTube, fuck a new school, I dont use no Vevo
These niggas round me, they too cruel, they bust tools and die for me, though
I dont pay money for no life, the murder pay off me, so

Came out alright
But Im blinded from the life, I cant see, though
Got juveniles on the block, thirty stick hangin out the Glock
Bandana tied round the clip, and they go all out for me, though
Yo Ima kill in the name of your brother

Sucked all the pain up, lets fuck the game up
Plenty niggas on the block pushin that rock Its the Carters son
You got your change up, they brought your name up
When its war, we wet they block, and when its said, this shitll never be done
I cant say Im fucking with all this involvement
These niggas aint right and they ballin
I dont give a fuck, no, I call up Osama, my baba
Like, Load up and come and rob all them Rob all them

Venezuela ventilator
My first trip to Georgia made em
Some companions with ambitions, was
Double G, NBA native
I wish baptism couldve saved us
Never broke until the grave in
Excuse ourselves, knock on the tables
I make a pussy bite the pavement
I cant say Im fucking with all this involvement
These niggas aint right and they ballin
I dont give a fuck, no, I call up Osama, my baba
Like, Load up and come and rob all them Rob all them

Came out alright
But Im blinded from the life, I cant see, though
Got juveniles on the block, thirty stick hangin out the Glock
Bandana tied round the clip, and they go all out for me, though

Thats my son, and that my slime
He on my dime, its the Carters son

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