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Hope You Make It

de YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, ayy
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ay ay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense, slime

I could hit it, I could whip it
I could bag it, I could stash it
I could trap out like a motherfucker
And you know me, bitch, I just bought another 30 burner (30 burner)
I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech, got Tina Turner (whippin' hard)
It don't make sense, I'm not alright, bitch I'll put you under
Ain't cut too much, I got that shit that make them tweak, like damn
Can't be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am)
This shit ain't sweet, who close to me, I see them hatin' like damn
All I know, get that money, still gon' be the one to slay 'em
Like nigga, uh
Nigga, nigga, bitch
Nigga, bow, with my jewelry, fuck the jury

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, ayy
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ay ay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense, slime

4KTrey, BoB, I been that bitch you know it's me
Tell them niggas I say fuck 'em
These hoes ain't shit they want my cash so I never love 'em
I flash and beat a nigga ass with this. 50 above him
On TV I could tell my youngin' hit 'em with the cutter (motherfuck a nigga)
There's a boy real nigga blessed him with that boy, he say yeah-eh
He out the H, you play he shoot you in yo face (northside)
Bullets flying, back to back bitch when we ride
I'm convicted but issa issue I slide 'fore I slide
Die today, bitch, they say four pussy niggas died 'fore I died (slime)

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, ayy
It make no sense, yeah
It make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn
Make no sense, yeah
Make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ay ay YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah
It make no sense, slime

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