Blazers Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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[Intro: Youngboy Never Broke Again & DJ Khaled]
(Pull Up There)
It's Youngboy Man (DJ Khaled)
Ayy, ay, huh you already know how I be
How I be rocking and popping it

[Chorus: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Look, I make a pu*sy n!gga bleed with that fu*k s*it
Walk inside the club, I am not to be fu*k with
I got on all this ice, you know I'm in here with a hockey stick
Sending them rounds at ya' better duck b!tch, duck b!tch
Baby's from Jamaica, she wan fly out with me and vacation
I been looking all they faces, all these faces, all these n!ggas faking (Faking)
Perpetrating ('Trating)
Boy you ain't hot, you cool, I come straight out of hell with them Blazers

[Verse 1: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Before the last count they gone hit the lights, you better have your knife
They know Youngboy he'a take a life, they say that he ain't right
Wit' my brudda I be on that sight, oh yeah we really right (Oh yeah)
Trying to make Barbie out his wife, Thug I done fu*ked her last night (Oh yeah)
They like Youngboy, I keep it tight, she wanna stay the night
I've been fu*king with her friend and they both been banging 5ive
We'a die tonight, one of us, you pu*sy n!gga
Who wan' try me?
I'm living life tonight, I turn it to a killing
Homicide

[Refrain: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Look, I make a pu*sy n!gga bleed with that fu*k s*it
Walk inside the club, I am not to be fu*k with
I got on all this ice, you know I'm in here with a hockey stick
Sending them rounds at ya' better duck b!tch, duck b!tch

[Verse 2: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
You know I love that lean, in VIP I'm clean
B!tch make me bat the fu*k up out ya', grabbing on my jeans, hoe
B!tch I ain't got worry 'bout no cold, you already know I'm on that dope
That, that my boy he pour that mud and it ain't nun less then a 4
She call me her “bae”
She say “she love me”
I bought her Hermès, I fu*ked her right on top that floor
I'm where them killers at, have them cut up bad, bad
I bought this b!tch a Chrome bag, I'ma press some s*it 'bout her fasho, woah

[Chorus: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Look, I make a pu*sy n!gga bleed with that fu*k s*it
Walk inside the club, I am not to be fu*k with
I got on all this ice, you know I'm in here with a hockey stick
Sending them rounds at ya' better duck b!tch, duck b!tch
Baby's from Jamaica, she wan fly out with me and vacation
I been looking all they faces, all these faces, all these n!ggas faking (Faking)
Perpetrating ('Trating)
Boy you ain't hot, you cool, I come straight out of hell with them Blazers

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
Baton Rouge to Miami, Dade Country
Lousiana to Florida
While they counting us out, we counting it up
More money
More money