Demon Seed Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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[Intro]
(Just run that beat from lil’ Ken)
Uh

[Verse 1]
Me and that 5 remind of Jay-Z and Jaz-O
I’m out my mind riding on that back seat tryna get something gone
40 Glock in the car, it’s stolen from BRPD patrol
Follow me in this car, we fing go park and then we all walk down
And that’s how we do it n!gga, oh now let’s do it n!gga
Uh, uh
B!tch I say we been influenced now let’s get to it n!gga
Uh, uh
You can think you on the road, ’til you get ruined n!gga
Uh
You was flexing for these hoes and ya blew it n!gga
Jedi, AI, kick that s*it, make yo b!tch wan’ kick s*it with me
Big knots on each side like Hercules, look like Hercules
Pu*sy ass n!gga gon’ make me kill your child, you talk ’bout murdering me
B!tch ass n!gga play with one of any mine, I’ll make ya all bleed
All red dreams that’s all I see, lil hoe you with a demon seed
And b!tch I’m too official, blogs tryna slander me
OG why you post that picture? Now you tryna handle me
Break her off but I ain’t her n!gga, now the b!tch tryna take advantage of me
Broke hoe ain’t no tampering me
These n!gga think they finna pull on side and blow they cannon at me
I don’t like nobody for to touch my rides
N!gga I don’t buy nothing cheap
All these dirty hoes do is lie and they scheme and cheat, huh

[Chorus]
Tell ’em all come inside and see
Come inside (See, come and see, come and see, come and see)
I got own guards with sticks around this motherfu*ker (I got them strapped)
B!tches ready (See, come and see, come and see, come and see)
Do a hit around this motherfu*ker (They ready to kill that n!gga)
Foreign cars with plenty millions, play with this I cut her tire (I’m insane)

Huh, yeah (Come and see, come and see, come and see, come and see)
Tell ’em I say come see
How a young n!gga up and got these (Ohhh) diamonds on my baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have ’em shoot s*it up then back the millions that I’m making (Shoot s*it up)
Young n!gga so up I’ll get you put up with all that hating b!tch
With all that hating s*it, pu*sy n!gga, yeah (Uhhhhh, uh)
Feel I keep it so real when you do fake s*it, drive me crazy (Uh, uh)
N!gga already know I’m tryna tension, tend to face s*it (Ooh, blatt)
Already know if that b!tch a 10 then I’ma break the b!tch

[Verse 2]
You already know that I ain’t playing
I got hoes just like a ten, make march around this b!tch, ok
I got homes, I’m tryna build my market
Still ain’t got sense to save
Rap n!gga wan’ be just like me on Insta in a finsta lane
Rap ass n!gga you’ll get your hoe knocked off, nah I don’t play no games
Come and see
How a n!gga spent them racks on top Jaz diamond ring (Ooh)
Come and see
How I grind by any means, ’cause I’m a fu*king man
Usually
Fu*k ’round lose your brain ’bout coming ’round tryna hang
Too conceited
I don’t worry ’bout no b!tch, too far down in my lane
Come inside

[Chorus]
Come and see
Come inside (See, come and see, come and see, come and see)
I got own guards with stick around this motherfu*ker (I got them strapped)
B!tches ready (See, come and see, come and see, come and see)
Do a hit around this motherfu*ker (They ready to kill that n!gga)
Foreign cars and plenty millions, play with this I cut her tire (I’m insane), huh , yeah (See, come and see, come and see, come and see)
Tell ’em I say come see
How a young n!gga up and got these (Ohhhh) diamonds on my baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have ’em shoot s*it up then back the millions that I’m making (Shoot s*it up)
Young n!gga so up I get you put up with all that hating b!tch (Flrrt, flrrt)
With all that hating s*it, pu*sy n!gga, yeah (Uhhhh, uh)

[Outro]
Feel I keep it so real when you do fake s*it, drive me crazy (Uh, uh)
N!gga already know I’m tryna tension, tend to face s*it (Ooh, bah)
Already know if that b!tch a 10 then I’ma break the b!tch