
lirik lagu youngboy never broke again & playboi carti - fire your manager
[chorus: playboi carti]
yeah, i’m tryna see what she tryna do, i got mad sh~t on my mind
yeah, my ho give me attitude, i got mad sh~t on my line
i done blew so many chances, i’m wonderin’ how they doin’
raf simons, ricky owens, pop sh~t, how you doin’?
what she here for? she a demon, that ho gon’ pour that muddy
she said she been on, drive that aventador and go get money
carti, what you in for? all that swagger k!lled that broke boy dumby
your sh~t tinfoil, all these vvss match my money
she like, “h~ll no,” she with me now, n~gga, go get money
[verse 1: playboi carti]
uh, junkie step, like, ho, yeah, i serve junkies
uh, mix and match my pistol, all these attachments
yeah, while i just f~ck on that ho, i can’t look backwards, oh my
uh, only two can fit ferrari passenger, uh, uh, yeah
if you see my account, you’ll fire your manager, okay
‘rari steamin’, baby, i’m just high beamin’, uh
them n~ggas play in the section, i’ll probably tip my team, uh
i heard one of my opps got fake percs and the lean
handle that, handle that, i’ma let god handle that for me
uh, i bought a brand~new car, tryna ship it overseas
twenty~thou’ for these vetements, man, these vetements clean
balmain zipper, man, man, my swag mean
i don’t feel nothin’, i go crazy
pass me the blunt, now, who got smoke with me?
might get the mob, i’ll put some munyun on you, baby (f~ck that b~tch)
i don’t give a f~ck about none of these n~ggas, you know i’m brazy
what happened to that trendin’ sh~t? them n~ggas over there gettin’ lazy
hold up, hold up, uh, how the f~ck they say they made me?
all black, i’m goin’ brazy, black illuminati, baby
[refrain: youngboy never broke again]
paris, i’m poppin’ my sh~t on all these france girls (huh)
millie, rollie presi’, diamonds dancing, yeah
take a pt, vision these pictures to the chevy sport (sport)
carry the b~tch like my baggage, i bought her chanel
got her ready to carry a birk’, hey (phew)
top of the line
boss on the top of the floor, i been turnin’ sh~t slime (tis)
no, they don’t know my kind, we gon’ hit with that iron (tss, ayy)
we gon’ wet up his line, we gon’ cut off that time (ayy)
and shawty so fine, i’ma play with the fire (ayy)
i won’t turn that b~tch down when she up in my town (ayy)
take a look in my eye and then you’ll know that i’m fried (okay)
i got her rollin’ my dope out the pound (huh, huh)
[verse 2: youngboy never broke again, youngboy never broke again & playboi carti]
i’ma sip with my ‘vato and pull up like alto
model my body, cavalli the couch
which one i’m workin’? don’t open your mouth
stay with the chopper, i’m straight out the north (out the north)
i’m full, not just tonight, it’s a pile up
slay that demon with hermes, and get in her
keep the caliber all around the calendar
if you see my account, you’ll fire your manager
hit him back with the shovel, that’s probably how it go
came out the backside the store and i hit
he gon’ try and get whipped like a pot in this ho
boardin’ the jet, takin’ off with his b~tch
with that 3008 and that vroom
i’m turnin’ that .308, baby, lettin’ off with that stick
baby, the plan, the man, i’m him (shawty)
i’ll see ya (slime)
[chorus: playboi carti]
yeah, i’m tryna see what she tryna do, i got mad sh~t on my mind
yeah, my ho give me attitude, i got mad sh~t on my line
i done blew so many chances, i’m wonderin’ how they doin’
raf simons, ricky owens, pop sh~t, how you doin’?
what she here for? she a demon, that ho gon’ pour that muddy
she said she been on, drive that aventador and go get money
carti, what you in for? all that swagger k!lled that broke boy dumby
your sh~t tinfoil, all these vvss match my money
she like—
[refrain: youngboy never broke again]
paris, i’m poppin’ my sh~t on all these france girls (huh)
millie, rollie presi’, diamonds dancing, yeah
take a pt, vision these pictures to the chevy sport (sport)
carry the b~tch like my baggage, i bought her chanel
got her ready to carry a birk’, hey (phew)
top of the line
boss on the top of the floor, i been turnin’ sh~t slime (tis)
no, they don’t know my kind, we gon’ hit with that iron (tss, ayy)
we gon’ wet up his line, we gon’ cut off that time (ayy)
and shawty so fine, i’ma play with the fire (ayy)
i won’t turn that b~tch down when she up in my town (ayy)
take a look in my eye and then you’ll know that i’m five (okay)
i got her rollin’ my dope out the pound (huh, huh)
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