Kickboxer Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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[Intro]
(Mally Mall)

[Chorus]
H2 Hummer, double-0, I went kickboxer (Wop)
Prada with Givenchy coat, she went criss-crossing, yeah
I hop out, went in the store, she told me, “Ye calling”
I filled my coupe with plenty hoes, I went hot boxing, yeah
I got a million dollars worth of diamonds on my body, slime, yeah
Racks gon’ call my phone, he told me, “Top, you too too slimey, slime”, yeah
Racks all in my home (B!tch), racks all on my phone
I got these hoes running ’round in thongs, she just bought me Burberry cologne (Cologne)

[Verse 1]
I told ’em get out the Yo ’cause I’m up in my zone
Bro gon’ smoke out the pound, I’ma lay it right down (Oh)
Ran it back up, fifty-mill’ for my tour
I grew up in the gutter, I’m straight out the sewer (Oh)
She was keeping her distance, that money gon’ lure her
They ain’t knocking my pimping, she ready to do it
I reload it, I’m with it, I’m running right to it
Any timing I get it, when I ran into him
Alright, pills on the drop line, tonight
Ring, ring, can you stop that calling my line?
That n!gga jabroni, but Henry be on it, you know that he doing it right (He do it)
I’ma leave with her friend and come back through the night
And this ho, she fantastic, that pu*sy was tight
Run it up, run it up, I just pulled up in a Benz truck
All of my diamonds so bright, Shyne been changing the look
All these Crips, they ’bout Taekwondo
I keep b!tches straight down, Milano
She know that I’m havin, I dress up in Bally
I switch it to tacky, she still let me tap it
She know that I love that 4MATIC
Lil’ shawty was rachet, I switched her to classy, I turn up my daddy
My sisters got paper, my mama I manage
Filling up, undershirt unmanaged

Pop my s*it in Walmart tee
Chinese restaurant, go eat
This b!tch way from overseas and I gotta dissect whenever she speak

[Chorus]
H2 Hummer, double-0, I went kickboxer (Kick boxing)
Prada with Givenchy coat, she went criss-crossing (Criss-cross)
I hop out, went in the store, she told me, “Ye calling” (Ye calling)
I filled my coupe with plenty hoes, I went hot boxing, yeah
I gotta million dollars worth of diamonds on my body, slime
Racks gon’ call my phone, he told me, “Top, you too too slimey, slime”
Racks all in my home, b!tch
Racks all in my phone
I got these hoes running ’round in thongs, she just bought me Burberry cologne

[Verse 2]
Who got three M’s? I’m gon’ hit you through a wall
I got one million inside of Goyard
This s*it ain’t enough, make me feel like a child (Child)
Fifty thousand dollars Jesus piece, I lent them to my child (My child)
I throw out the challenge, tell ’em to take it to trial (To take it to trial)
Obama coupe like a mamba, I ran up them commas, they see that I do
Lil’ brodie, lil’ brodie gon’ stay with that llama, we pull up right on ’em, he ready to do it
Lil’ baby Latino, I’m calling her mami
Put my state on a jet, a young n!gga done flew it
I ain’t holding enough for to buy me a jet, but I buy me a yacht on the water we touring (Uh)
I ain’t holding her up, she been bringing me down
Smiling on scene when they feel I should frown
When that alley go up, I’ma dunk on these n!ggas, don’t fu*k with these n!ggas, they can’t come around (Woah, woah, woah)
Henry so sick that he coughing, he know ain’t no talking, I’m pulling up often
I ran out Miami, that’s fifty something thousand, I turn up my loft with coffins
I tatted my face, coming straight out that eight, n!gga brought up my name, I offed ’em
N!gga play with that money, we chalked him
N!gga tried to come follow, I lost him
N!gga played like a snake, I done mothed ’em
Ain’t no internet games, I called ’em (Called ’em)
Boomer let it off on ’em, he sawed ’em (Bop)
Put them diamonds on diamonds, I’m flossing (Top, Top)

[Chorus]
H2 Hummer, double-0, I went kickboxer (For real)
Prada with Givenchy coat, she went criss-crossing (She went Christian)
I hop out, went in the store, she told me, “Ye calling”
I filled my coupe with plenty hoes, I went hot boxing, yeah
I gotta million dollars worth of dollars on my body, slime
Racks gon’ call my phone, he told me, “Top, you too too slimey, slime”
Racks all in my home (Racks)
Racks all in my phone (Racks)
I got these hoes running ’round in thongs, she just bought me Burberry cologne (Burberry cologne)

[Outro]
(B!tch)
(H2 double-0, I went kickboxer)
(Turnt up on these hoes, I went hot boxing)
(My bone told me, “You too slimey, slime”)