- Carter's Son 歌詞 YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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AI It’s the Carter's son The Carter's Turn me up a lil' Picture me, new 3D denim, I'm city rollin' (Rollin') But did I mention this my own clothin'? The **** you mean? Made *****, bought my own Rollie But if them crackers pull me over, they gon' say I stole it Good mornin', we on it, I went bought two S trophies My father left my sis and bros, to them, I feel I owed it But let's not be heroic, 'cause everybody roguish They don't want us to totin' guns, But they let the ****in' killers tote it Let's take a ride and see, though, where them people be, though Colt 45, the grip design, bought this ***** from Casino Soprano, no Soprino, we live life like Yung Bino Had a show in B-more, After that post on the block with Chino (I'm a hustlin' mother****er) Look for a star on every hundred, C note I'm the top on YouTube, **** a new school, I don't use no Vevo These *****s around me, they too cruel, They bust tools and die for me, though I don't pay money for no life, the murder pay off me, so Came out alright But I'm blinded from the life, I can’t see, though Got juveniles on the block, Thirty stick hangin' out the Glock Bandana tied 'round the clip, And they go all out for me, though Sucked all the pain up, let's **** the game up Plenty *****s on the block pushin' that rock (It's the Carter's son) You got your change up, they brought your name up When it's war, we wet they block, And when it's said, this ****'ll never be done I can't say I'm ****ing with all this involvement These *****s ain't right and they ballin' I don't give a ****, no, I call up Osama, my baba Like, "Load up and come and rob all them" (Rob all them) Venezuela ventilator My first trip to Georgia made 'em Some companions with ambitions, was Double G, NBA native I wish baptism could've saved us Never broke until the grave in Excuse ourselves, knock on the tables I make a ***** bite the pavement I can't say I'm ****ing with all this involvement These *****s ain't right and they ballin' I don't give a ****, no, I call up Osama, my baba Like, "Load up and come and rob all them" (Rob all them) Came out alright But I'm blinded from the life, I can’t see, though Got juveniles on the block, thirty stick hangin' out the Glock Bandana tied 'round the clip, And they go all out for me, though That's my son, that's my slime He on my dime, it's the Carter's son
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