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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Bad Morning Lyrics

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[Intro]

(I need to talk to Mike Laury

Yeah, you got Mike Laury)

(Dubba-AA flex)

(Winning lottery numbers coming up)

[Chorus]

I can’t quit (Quit) at all, at all

I ain’t hurt (I ain’t hurt) at all, at all

On my soul at all, at all

Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin’ round with my bros

Ride ’round wit’ my bros

(This is the sound)

[Post-Chorus]

Ridin’ in the Maybach, let’s go

Ten M’s up nigga, let’s go

He a dread head, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store

On three different drugs tryna take away my pain, but it’s still gon’ flow

Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can’t cope

[Verse 1]

On the highway, out the window do some’

Need it my way, bam, bam, shoot some’

He a head hunter rude bwoy, trust nothin’

She got a nice round bum, but can’t pay her nails

Do a hit real sick, it be cold the wholе summer

I can’t figure how she comin’, I’ma givе her to my mama

And the minute I’ma cut a nigga, knowin’ I’m a slime him

Everything goin’ bad, you can trust him, still time him

Niggas be rappin’, we be shootin’ at the bitch

Sound of the stick goin’ “Boom” when it hit

Sound of the smoke, real loud when it’s lit

Still let it out with a crowd in our midst

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Black car, matte stick, I’m it

Don’t pick die, if you try one trick

Right gang, but she say, “Wrong bitch”

Young rich nigga, he done took a wrong fix

Overdose, can’t shake back, no

[?]-free, get the jack from the sto’

White trace, that’s a whole lotta snow

Ridin’ ’round with Kirk, with a .30 and a pole

With a young bitch, she don’t want me, it’s vivid

But I don’t need her hand when I’m runnin’ up Benji’s

Real deal business, this real blood business

Real [?], dead bodies in the trenches

Real slime, they was my partner for a minute

Contract from my brother when them hollows got up in it

Dodgin’ bullets in the car when them shottas sent them in it

All praise to Allah [?]

We gon’ burn ’em for real, leave ’em dead if he miss

You can aim when you shot at them, fuck with my bodies

I’ma floor my engine, take lots of narcotics

Why they cookin’ ’em rocks? Die protectin’ that body

Through the [?] cover the closet

I don’t say that ain’t me, but I still want kindness

I’ma fly out this bitch to whoever come catch

Police ran in this bitch, don’t say nothin’ about it

I ain’t got nothin’ I wanna do better with my life, but take narcotics with my life

Collect these bodies, with your life, send it to the Most High

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Nigga showin’ off, got it took when he got it

Nigga ran off, tell me what you do ’bout it?

You don’t know off the dome shit, can’t write

With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight

Bullets start playin’ round with ‘tention, got focused

Got another pack rolled up, he gon’ smoke it

Ten grand, twenty grand, all night scope

We’re up all day high, we’re up all day slow

[Chorus]

I can’t quit, at all, at all

I ain’t hurt, at all, at all

On my soul, at all, at all

Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin’ round with my bros

[Post-Chorus]

Ridin’ in the Maybach, let’s go

Ten M’s up nigga, let’s go

He a dread head, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store

On three different drugs tryna take away my pain, but it’s still gon’ flow

Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can’t cope

[Verse 2]

Heard him steady talkin’ ’bout Top, let me shoot him, no

I can’t teach a nigga shit, I can make it out him

I ain’t need no tutor, been advanced for the road

Doped up, two or three tools goin’ shows

Forty on my teeth and two hunnid for my pole

Three hunnid for my car, extra sneak’s for the longest

I be runnin’ to the money soon as it reach my phone

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I ain’t got nothin’ I wanna do better with my life, but take narcotics with my life

Collect these bodies, with your life, send it to the Most High

Nigga showin’ off, got it took when he got it

Nigga ran off, tell me what you do ’bout it?

You don’t know off the dome shit, can’t write

With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight

[Chorus]

I can’t quit, at all, at all

I ain’t hurt, at all, at all

On my soul, at all, at all

Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin’ round with my bros

[Post-Chorus]

Ridin’ in the Maybach, let’s go

Ten M’s up nigga, let’s go

He a dread head, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store

On three different drugs tryna take away my pain, but it’s still gon’ flow

Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can’t cope


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