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Young Thug – Never Go Broke Lyrics

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[Intro]
Thugga, Muhfucka, heeey
Sound like some SS3 shit, ya digg
Free the goat you know what im saying
Free Roscoe!
Yak Gotti

[Verse 1]
Slatt, Gotti, Gotti, Gotti
Free Slatt Slatt Yak Gotti
If you know him you know he had a fucking timb
I miss you you gon make me cry a river (heey, yeah)
I want all these niggas gone
I want all of them come on home
I miss em and im so lonely
Free all the homies
Spend me some bands spend me some racks
Spend me some fetti guap cash spend me them bands
Nut in their hand go get a rag
I just blowed the bag on her didn’t wanna plan
If you will it just stick to em Stay turned lets go get to them
Fuck them haiti baby baby act like you ain’t shit to them
They only wanna come around you you better nog get shit to em
They only wanna come and use you and act like you kin to em
My momma didn’t hate my daddy didn’t raise ya hey
They know that im hot i need a fan-tasia
Right now im on top i look at your plan later
They know that im so not basic im not their cables

[Hook]
Im like I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that
I, I, I, I, I save your life I, I, I, I, I pray to god that i never go broke
I, I dont wanna see nothing bout being broke
I swear to god forget my sins i dont want broke
I might just go to prison for im getting broke no joke no joke

[Verse 2]
B-R-O-K-E i dont wanna see that not ever ever oh no
And i know i sound like a brat and im not no brat but when you rich you act like that
They wan kill me but all of them rich niggas they feel me
But he gon kill me cause i take care every motherfucker around me
And they bill every monthly every year never bought they KennColes from good year i put ice on they neck and i pebble all of their lil ears this bitch so bad i won’t no trojan i made her rub me with this lotion take some from my bitch just to be an explosion and if you ain’t knew it now you know it

[Hook]
Im like I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that i never go broke
I, I dont wanna see nothing bout being broke
I swear to god forget my sins i dont want broke
I might just go to prison for im getting broke no joke no joke
I won’t be broke 25x be broke broke broke i won’t be broke broke broke i won’t be broke broke broke i can’t spell broke broke broke no these not broke broke broke my rollie broke broke broke iced out his bro bro bro yeah yeah my dawg changed yo

[Verse 3]
And he’s iced out you can not get it if you broke and you cannot
You can’t run out of the spot nigga got Glocks yaaay
They got them sticks to send your ass way up to the moon
Rich lifestyle no broom fly Peter Pan in the room yeah
Free my nigga Gucci to hey Louboutaly Lucci woochie
I wan get ya bitch and get that coochie coochie
I just wanna get your daddy do em do em
I just wanna catch a small glue do it to em to em leave em fuck em broke soon smoke em leave em dead yeah bloody rack jack
Im on slauson for no reason with a spank yeah
We gon die bout this shit hey hey hey
Diamonds brazy diamonds fighting go to war imma buy that bitch lil boy ride that bitches like a bed up to the porsche
Put that bitch inside a 2000 car put that bitch inside a car with my big bro hey hey
Told em bring that bitch right back when it get dangerous
And i won’t dime with that bitch she owe me fund yeah
Or she could just bring me back my funds yeah
Ain’t no pussy nigga baby ain’t the one
Freestyle than geek nigga roll a bunch off pot and smoke some weed nigga
Private party at the the yo with 20 freaks nigga
Old lady straight G fly as a seagull nigga yeah
I got forty Thousand Adidas nigga
Evil i only just fuck the evil nigga
She gon drop them bitches like a beatle nigga yay

[Outro]
Rolling, SS3, on the way
Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah