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(Yung Lan on the track) DJ Drama Kentrell Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty Yeah, YoungBoy, are you ready? Girl don't care 'bout who you fuck, she know I'm a gangster I flash out bad, don't care who I hit, now, girl bring yo' ass here You all mine, don't you let 'em get in your mind, baby (Ooh) I miss you, got that, "Ooh-ooh" (Ooh-ooh) And I like the way you do, ooh (You do, ooh) And is you finna step? Oh, only if you knew Come make sure you spend some time at mine Babygirl, you know I'm slime Proof, to me, that's just solid You want my heart and you got it (Oh, na, na) It never gon' matter what they challenge me Wish you standin' on side of me She know I'm gang-bangin' violent And know I got plenty bodies Run to the stage, YoungBoy in the buildin' Got the bag in, tryna turn up this shit Hit a [?] straight, I ain't got no limp Stand ten, it don't matter how hard it get I'ma buy both, ain't no hardest pick SongtexteTryin' hard for to slump, I'm gon' need no attempt Steady keepin' my head, I'm on top of the rim I been breathin' and dyin', she want me to live, yeah She know I put this money aside and put it on (Woah-oh) I would hate to see you run, I want you here with me now And that was for the go Girl don't care 'bout who you fuck, she know I'm a gangster I flash out bad, don't care who I hit, now, girl bring yo' ass here You all mine, don't you let 'em get in your mind, baby (Ooh) I miss you, got that, "Ooh-ooh" (Ooh-ooh) And I like the way you do, ooh (You do, ooh) And is you finna step? Oh, only if you knew Come make sure you spend some time at mine Babygirl, you know I'm slime I know you slime, I know you ain't lackin', you violent Them niggas ran down on yo' homie, now, you slidin' If I don't pick up when you call, you gon' be wildin' But, I just pray you make it home Ayy, yo, and we still on that get-back Poppin' chains, don't give shit back Backshots get that grip back Go down with yo' lick back Real niggas don't play with a bad bitch, he ain't finna risk that Soon as I give into him, he finna get my name on his next tat' Go against me, where your suicide letter? Bitch wanna kill theyself, then I let her Soon as he say it's go-time, I get her Told that bitch, "Bow down," when I met her You a amateur, ho, I'm in the league Point guard, tongue out, oh, look at the speed I don't lick the rims on shots, I all net her Jumpshot wetter, NBA better (Gangsta Grillz) NBA better, NBA better, NBA YoungBoy better (This is a public service announcement) It ain't no question (Do not be alarmed) Ain't no discussion, and they know YoungBoy better (And they know YoungBoy) Girl don't care 'bout who you fuck, she know I'm a gangster (Grr, grr, grr) I flash out bad, don't care who I hit, now, girl bring yo' ass here (Let's go) You all mine, don't you let 'em get in your mind, baby (Ooh) I miss you, got that, "Ooh-ooh" (Ooh-ooh) And I like the way you do, ooh (You do, ooh) And is you finna step? Oh, only if you knew Come make sure you spend some time at mine Babygirl, you know I'm slime I know you slime, I know you mind And everytime you near me, bitches be cryin' I know you lyin', I let you slide This queen slays in the forty with me, that bitch'll die Aus Songtexte Mania