Young Boy Never Broke Again - Thug Nigga Story Lyrics


Young Boy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Thug Nigga Story Lyrics
(feat. E-40)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)
That double cup poured up, you hear me?

Lean, lean, lean, I drink pure codeine
Don't care what you think, I can't quit my lean
And if you do leave, I'ma drink 'til I'm sleep, yeah (Oh-oh, oh)
Double cup I filled with mud, you know I'm poured up (Yeah, yeah)
Sippin' deuce, it's for my thugs, it's ugly, no one I can trust, it's deadly
Touch me, bust it, straight to heaven
Why I send that pussy boy?
Oh, you ain't make it in, well, f*ck your friend, it's up to you and God
In that car wit' stolen rods, do a drill while on the bar
Wet the block that MAC-10, had 33 go rock the car

Oh, glory, glory
And this is my thug nigga story
Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul
I need you, now, I'm on my own
They call my phone, "I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you"
Alright, my boy

Alright, I'm ready for any nigga that want my fitted
For any nigga that wanna stretch me
Man it ain't safe, this shit get deadly
Wanna kill me, these niggas can't see me
They never gon' get me, they never gon' feel me
I'ma shoot it whenever I see you
Until I steal you, now that's real bitch

[E-40:]
I ain't about to mislead you 'cause I'ma game you up and I'ma teach ya (Teach ya)
I just got a fresh bottle of blessing oil from my preacher (Preacher)
Born and raised in the soil, drankin' drank and smokin' reefer
Where the zombies shoot the niggas between they toes, in between they fingers
I come from a broken home, nobody threw me a bone or gave me a loan, they wrong (They wrong)
I flourished on niggas and got to them riches
Now look at me, partner, I'm on
I'm givin' my God all the praise and the glory (Glory)
My part of the thug nigga story (Story)
My uncle, Saint Charles, taught me the game, he was my Berry Gordy
Tryna keep my head above choppy waters, my frame of mind is unbothered
The life that I live is lavish, a lot of rappers I've fathered
They call me E-40, the creator of Mangoscato ('Scato)
Earl Stevens, you can read my name on the bottle
You sippin' your potion? I'm sippin' my potion
You havin' your motion? I'm havin' my motion
Your foot on the gas? My foot on the gas
You smashin' and yolkin'? I'm smashin' and yolkin'
You poppin' your Ps? You makin' your rounds?
You checkin' your traps? You pushin' your pounds?
Your stackin' your racks? You holdin' it down?
You livin' your raps? You known in your town?
Double-fistin' and double-cuppin' the mud (In the mud)
A lot of my weeples is on white people drugs (People drugs)
Out here in the octagon, in the smudge (Streets)
Where the cherries say, "Hands up, don't budge" (Police)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Oh, glory, glory
And this is my thug nigga story
Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul
I need you, now, I'm on my own
They call my phone, "I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you"
Alright, my boy


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