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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – RIP Lyrics ft Offset

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – RIP Lyrics ft Offset

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – RIP Lyrics ft Offset

RIP by  ft Offset

[Intro – YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Mothafuck them niggas and what they say about me “said ’bout me”
You do too much talking, you a fed, prolly “fed, prolly”
Drive-by in my pocket, got them dead bodies “dead bodies”
My Goyard look like morgues, that’s them dead bodies “dead bodies”

[Hook/Chorus – YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
R.I.P. “R.I.—” R.I.-R.I.P. “R.I.P.”
30 thousand, I just hit for three “I hit for three”
R.I.P. “R.I.—” R.I.-R.I.P. “R.I.P.”
Don’t pay these bitches, she gon’ fuck for free “she gon’ fuck for free”
R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. “R.I.P.”
I’m in that foreign, that’s like 60 G’s “that’s like 60 G’s”
R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. “R.I.P.”
Dead prezis, I’m on a killing spree “killing”

[Verse 1 – YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Killing spree “spree”, covered in Supreme “yeah”
Strapped with a beam, with them racks all in my jeans “all in my jeans”
Brand new Benz “Benz”, that’s a hundred G’s “a hundred G’s”
If I drop 20, I’ll most likely hit for three “yeah, yeah”
keys, dropping the top when I hop in the Bentley
I’m taking the doors off the Lamb’, these niggas be hating, they say that it’s rented “rented”
Overseas, .38 Baby, deposit, they sent it “sent it”
I’m taking off 23, no Michael Jordan, I cover myself in Givenchy
I do too much flexing, what they say about me “what they say about me”
Dead prezis in my pocket, that’s your head, prolly “that’s your head prolly”
He do too much talking, he on meds, prolly “he on meds, prolly”
But I’m screaming fuck them niggas and what they say about me
‘Cause I’m steady hollering

[Hook/Chorus – YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Offset]
R.I.P. “R.I.—” R.I.-R.I.P. “R.I.P.”
30 thousand “thousand”, I just hit for three “I hit for three”
R.I.P. “R.I.—” R.I.-R.I.P. “R.I.P.”
Don’t pay these bitches, she gon’ fuck for free “she gon’ fuck for free”
R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. “R.I.P., hey”
I’m in that foreign, that’s like 60 G’s “that’s like 60 G’s”
R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. “R.I.P.”
Dead prezis “dead”, I’m on a killing spree “killing”

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[Verse 2 – Offset]
Catch him down bad, he sleep, stacking bodies out here, (?)
Black coupe look like (?), gang full of hyenas
Sipping on drank, I’m getting paranoid, what’s that noise? “Woo!”
Fucking on somebody’s bitch tonight, it’s yours, is it yours? “Which one”
Smoking on cookie blunts so much you smell it out my pores “smell it”
I got this dick on me now and I don’t wanna shoot, but you feeling the (?)
MC Hammer like Thor “hammer time”, she wanna fuck, sure
I shit on your cow manure, empty my clip and my wrist is sore
We want action
All my niggas in the field, nigga, what’s happening? Laws of attraction
Hit him with the butt of the steel like I’m baseball batting, never subtracting
P-90 hit, no kick, it split and turn your ass to a fraction
My wrist is list, I’m Mr. Drippy-Drip, I’m giving out classes

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[Hook/Chorus – YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
R.I.P. “R.I.—” R.I.-R.I.P. “R.I.P.”
30 thousand, I just hit for three “I hit for three”
R.I.P. “R.I.—” R.I.-R.I.P. “R.I.P.”
Don’t pay these bitches, she gon’ fuck for free “she gon’ fuck for free”
R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. “R.I.P.”
I’m in that foreign, that’s like 60 G’s “that’s like 60 G’s”
R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. “R.I.P.”
Dead prezis, I’m on a killing spree “killing”

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