| This for all them 38 babies out the North you hear me?
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| Look, gang
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| This that red rum shit, fuck how you come shit
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| Better keep your gun bitch, fuck where you from bitch
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| Play and you get stunk bitch, we on that dumb shit
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| And fuck Donald Trump bitch, that NBA shit
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| Hoes I don’t play with, I hate all that fake shit
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| Stunting on my ex bitch, I know she can’t stand it
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| Burner on my waist bitch, I be on that bang shit
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| Fuck up out my face bitch, I be on that gang shit
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| Get shot in your face bitch, reaching for my chain bitch
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| Made it out them chains bitch, I’ll never change bitch
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| Still keep that thing bitch, catch me tryna drill some shit
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| Still with my same clique, and no you can’t hang bitch
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| I go by YoungBoy, what it is?
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| Pull up, me and twin, and you know we full of pills
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| Pass that ass ho, mane get the fuck up out my grill
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| Fuck your old mane, he gon' get hit with the steel
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| These niggas some hoes, man they don’t want no smoke
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| 38 baby, I ain’t slippin', bitch I keep a pole
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| Need a money machine, I don’t want to count no more
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| Five Fantas from the store, red drink I pour some more
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| Fuck the laws, up in public, got that thang on me
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| If he play you better kill him, heard that from my mama
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| If a nigga touch me, it’s gon' be a problem
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| Hit you with that llama, bitch you know I keep that chopper
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| This that red rum shit, fuck how you come shit
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| Better keep your gun bitch, fuck where you from bitch
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| Play and you get stunk bitch, we on that dumb shit
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| And fuck Donald Trump bitch, that NBA shit
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| Hoes I don’t play with, I hate all that fake shit
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| Stunting on my ex bitch, I know she can’t stand it
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| Burner on my waist bitch, I be on that bang shit
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| Fuck up out my face bitch, I be on that gang shit
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| Get shot in your face bitch, reaching for my chain bitch
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| Made it out them chains bitch, I’ll never change bitch
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| Still keep that thing bitch, catch me tryna drill some shit
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| Still with my same clique, and no you can’t hang bitch
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| This lil ho tryna finesse me, she think that I’m stupid
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| I told that ho stop all that flexing, what up with that coochie
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| He keep showin' off that gun but he ain’t gon' use it
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| You know all my niggas ruthless, you know that we quick to shoot it
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| Bitch hold up, you need to put some polish on your toes
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| I’m tryna get my son some head while he one years old
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| Bitch I’m out the North and half my niggas throwin' up them fours
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| Soldier really pimpin', catch you cuffin', he gon' take your ho
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| Shoot like Scottie Pippen from the three, gon' hit you from the road
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| I just bought a chopper from 3−3 and on the back it fold
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| All my nigags trappin', what you need, they don’t never close
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| Bitch I’m from the streets, I’m 'bout that drama, I’ll never fold
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| I just raised the murder rate up in my city bitch
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| Fuck the race, I ain’t in no competition bitch
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| Fuck the media, in real life we really zippin' shit
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| You know we don’t spare nobody, shoot you in your shit
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| This that red rum shit, fuck how you come shit
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| Better keep your gun bitch, fuck where you from bitch
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| Play and you get stunk bitch, we on that dumb shit
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| And fuck Donald Trump bitch, that NBA shit
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| Hoes I don’t play with, I hate all that fake shit
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| Stunting on my ex bitch, I know she can’t stand it
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| Burner on my waist bitch, I be on that bang shit
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| Fuck up out my face bitch, I be on that gang shit
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| Get shot in your face bitch, reaching for my chain bitch
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| Made it out them chains bitch, I’ll never change bitch
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| Still keep that thing bitch, catch me tryna drill some shit
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| Still with my same clique, and no you can’t hang bitch |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Rum, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song Ain't Too Long, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп