YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Don't Hurt Me

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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(Mommy, India got the beats)
She real deal
Oh, yeah, ooh
Ah, ooh

I told her you hurt me, don't tell me no lies
I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me

I got you, you got me and I hope you see that I
Get goosebumps every time that I'm with you
Get goosebumps every time that I think of you
Get goosebumps every time that I think how we might be done
Get goosebumps every time
I hear that that money coming, yeah

Fucking all these hatin'-ass niggas (Wow)
Fuck all these weird-ass bitches (Wow)
Told 'em come play, I'll kill 'em (Wow, Top)
Black nail paint on these niggas
Look better than most these bitches
Tell 'em stay the fuck up out your business
She from the slums, gotta work for a minute
I'm turnin' her up like a model
Excuse me, but fuck what your mama been talking
I told you from Front Street, I got you
I hate a bitch that could get her some millions
but steady gon' settle for dollars
I hit a bitch that chopper and drop him
he fuckin' around with my partners
Fuckin' around with these niggas
got permanent scars, no need for no doctor
I'm taking feelings from out of the picture
I'm taking shorty from out of my roster
Ventin' while I smoke, just cruise
with my sister, lose me, bitch
you ain't got better options
I'm that lil' nigga that run up the check
I'm that lil' nigga, you know I'm the flyest

I told her you hurt me, don't tell me no lies
I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me

I got you, you got me and I hope you see that I
Get goosebumps every time that I'm with you
Get goosebumps every time that I think of you
Get goosebumps every time that I think how we might be done
Get goosebumps every time I hear
that that money coming, yeah

Joce 'bout shit, ain't none of them funny
I'm the one twenty-three years and running
I'm the one gave that bitch the most money
that she ever have inside her life
Young nigga came from nothin'
tired of repeatin' that shit, I ain't stuntin'
Tired of zippin' shit, tired of showin' that ain't nothin'
Tired of this bitch, only want my money, oh
I been losin', I been slow pacin'
I been flexin' on my old lady
Without you, I feel like I won't make it
But I gotta realize I'm winning
All these hoes wan' date
'cause they know where I stay, get a image then they in it
All these hoes want babies
then they feel entitled to my millions
You would've been done drive me crazy
talking 'bout my lack of attention
No, they don't know me, baby
know I'd kill 'em 'bout my women
'Bout my love, 'bout a girl who really fuck with me
I'm a thug, and girl, they know just not to fuck with me
When we make love, do you feel that you belong with me?
Calm down, girl, I'll do to you these thugged-out things

Told you you hurt me, I told you don't lie
I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me

Composição: YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Poetic Justice (Producer), India Got Them Beats & Jason Goldberg

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