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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Slime Belief (Lyrics)

Slime Belief by YoungBoy Never Broke Again Album: Realer Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/2qGfZA... Slime Belief Lyrics: (Hey-ah, yeah, hey-ah, yeah, hey-ah, yeah, yeah) (Hey-ah, yeah, hey-ah, yeah, ah) Hey ma, what it do? (Straight up) If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rockin’ They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket I got up for the score and they never could block it After the show, I count up in a Masi' Tears fall from the lies, despite Hunnid bands through the time of the night When you left, I ain’t wanna live life Now I'm happy on the in and outside Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Spin the block, finna stretch 'em Wake the hood up when we wet 'em And it's all gon' be alright, yeah When that wrong choice take your life, yeah Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print From them rich niggas kickin' yo’ back door And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it Who don’t know a thing but trap, though Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes The shit that we sellin' will make you relapse, though Thinkin’ I'm slippin', run up and get clapped, ho I put that North on the map, ho (Gang) Turn up on a bitch when I'm gone off a Perc That ho gon’ fuck on a fast beat Ben behind me, do the dash, keepin' up in a Vert You get jacked out yo' shit, you can't text me Pussy nigga throwin' shots, ain't at me Strapped up, tell that nigga get at me Tough love for a bitch, won't trap me Pay for the body then I give them the MAC free Got a pound in the car, I'ma smoke on that Left the state for a show and I'm comin' back If he say he want smoke, ain't no fallin' back Want a bitch for the play, I'ma blow the strap He ain't usin' his head, put it in his lap He ain't 'bout it, could tell that he only rap I just put 40 bands inside the trap Every manifestation, I'm callin' rare (Gang) Now can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Tell Jugg bust a right, yeah Hop out, gun flames through the night, yeah You know how I'm rockin', you know that I'm with it You loyal to me, I'll make sure that you get it If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rockin' They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket I go up for the score and they never could block it After the show, I count up in a Masi' Tears fall from the lies, despite Hunnid bands through the time of the night When you left, I ain't wanna live life Now I'm happy on the in and outside Pick it up, throw it out, watch it come back Got a whole hunnid racks in a Dior bag Count up that money, I run up the sack Boardin' on the jet with a illegal strap The shit that they talk, I could tell you is cap Up off the X and I only took half Stay energized, I fall back from the tabs Put a half in my way, I'ma pay off the staff I feel like it ain't no bitch I can't have Saint Laurent boot with the fur like a bear Balenciaga, that Gucci, and Prada I got on all three and I bought several pair When it's up, what we slidin' in, duckin' from 12 Time wise, clockwise, I never fail (No) Ain't no slackin', we hustlin', we on this for real If we don't get it, we take it, you know what it is Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Now, can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah Spin the block, finna stretch 'em Wake the hood up when we wet 'em And it's all gon' be alright, yeah When that wrong choice take your life, yeah Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print (Shh) From them rich niggas kickin' yo' back door And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it Who don't know a thing but trap, though Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes The shit that we sellin' will make you relapse, though Thinkin' I'm slippin', run up and get clapped, ho I put that North on the map, ho (Gang) #SlimeBelief #YoungBoyNeverBrokeAgain #Realer