"I Want" lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

"I Want"

(Yo, Nessuno, what the fuck you doin'?)
(Ayy, Blokk, crank it up)
(Ayo Bleu)

I need a shorty that's helpin' me make it up out it whenever they settin' the trap
I wanna sit back and run it, whenever she run it, she only be statin' them facts
I love her, never once I thought to thug her
I been coolin' with this bitch, I don't need no 'nother

(Yeah)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want you to be for me
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want you to never leave

I make her say all this shit on the internet and mentions Top
If I bought your heart, I been paid that off, I done grew so up, I cannot fall
In the streets, you might find me and I'm out here with my dog
I got Lul Timmy on side me and he hold a rocket pole
Leavin' my tour and I'm takin' this bitch back to the mansion aside the mountain
Look, it's 'bout love, these hoes I loved don't kick my pimpin', don't turn me down
They don't like how I do it, so I did it, I knew it
Scary-ass nigga, you'll get ran down
Opps pulled up and the ho came found
Now she can't leave me, gotta hold me down

(Yeah)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want you to be for me
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want you to never leave (Yeah, okay)

I want you to be with me, don't ever for to think to leave
Custom chain with brand-new ring, I told her I control the league
I done dealt with pain, I done kept my sane and double-coated my heart with lean
I'm a grown-ass man, I ain't playin' no games, I'ma show you better than you can believe (Top)
I'ma tote that thing, take care of my gang and we blowin' this money like we blowin' these trees
And we buyin' these broads expensive things, make her a part my team
Slumped, 'bout to waste my cup, make her run, wipe my lean (Uh, uh)
I think she don't like I ain't tellin' her nothin', I don't wan' talk 'bout things (Uh, uh)
I'ma cherish my bitch (Cherish my bitch, oh, oh), I'm on top my business (On top my business, ah, ah)
I'ma keep my glizzy (Yeah, yeah), I'ma kick my pimpin' (Ah, ah)
We ain't gotta talk 'bout how I'm gettin' it, they know I'm holdin' these millions (Know I'm holdin', Top, Top)
Good riddance, we catch him and split him, she know how a nigga be gettin' it (Ah, ah)

(Yeah)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want you to be for me
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want you to never leave

So, I just like, I really be goin' with the flow, you know?
I don't even believe in things no more, I just
Live my lil' life, you know?
It'll be aight, though, shit
We done had it hard, God makin' it a lil' easier, you heard me?
I'm out here, though
Man, keep your head up and I'm here if you ever need me
Just test it out, forever your lil' nigga, your lil' dog
'Vetta, Kentrell


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