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Expensive Taste

アーティスト:YoungBoy Never Broke Again  アルバム:Colors  作詞:Daniel "DRoc" Lebrun/Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden  作曲:Daniel "DRoc" Lebrun/Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden  発売年:2022 

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(D-Roc, D-Roc) Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle Know I'ma spin 'bout my nigga I told her hit me on the way, when she headin' home I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here Real hitta, bad nigga, expensive bottle for bitches Main nigga wit' millions, straight from the bottom my nigga Gravedigga' and you know that he don't tolerate mentions Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas Big issues, he ain't trippin' 'cause his sack thicker Wonder how she feel that she finna get married to that nigga Got to know I'm ready, she know I been waitin' plenty minutes And she too bad for them jeans, can't do no skinny dippin' Ain't never worried 'bout these niggas, I do the realest pimpin' Mink coat, styrofoam dope, how I walk up in it From off the porch, they'll never know how these diamonds glistening Made it out, young nigga been on suicidal missions I got on gang attire nigga, this be the best of linen Ride in a Lincoln, when linkin', no I don't need your lendin' She think she got one up on me I blew a bag on my homie I got a chance and I boned it Think all these niggas are phony Wake up and smoke in the mornin' I rep that flag wit' my blood These niggas know that I'm on it I let off shots in the club And these bitches wan' be my mommy But you know you not my girl Flood her finger with diamonds No, I can't turn up your world This a new gee-ski, better have your shit together when you see me Nigga know I'm covered down in green But for a fact, I'm bleedin' Nigga knowin' that I'm strapped You better clap soon as you see me Won't buy her anything, but flood my sister for any reason Cocaine white like I'm sellin' drugs That's a new foreign off the lot for my thug, why? Cause he been wit' me way before I even knew who I was Lil shorty wit' me and she got me, she don't care 'bout no buzz 1942 get her drunk, no, she don't leave wit' a buzz The feds on me, watch how I talk, I think they planted a bug What the fuck wrong wit' me? Spent a couple million, wake up then the label sent another million Ain't no slippin', on my pimpin', got it on me know I'm grippin' Every time I sent a blitz, they zipped 'em, rare they fail a mission 'Cause they know we get it done, as usual, how we come Let 'em keep thinkin' I'm dumb, I'm never done Check how my pockets, got them mumps Check how them draco's got them drums Make a beat like a band, flood her wit' bands Make her so hot, they gon' think she got a tan Nigga know I'm known to bust my gun For a fact I ain't never ran, this who I am Better speak clear or I can't hear what you sayin' Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle


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