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Shotta Soul - NBA YoungBoy 「Lyrics」

[Intro]
Damn, ayo Drum, play that bitch back
And I say
Danny got that juice

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Shotta Soul 「Lyrics」 - NBA YoungBoy

[Intro]
Damn, ayo Drum, play that bitch back
And I say
Danny got that juice

[Verse 1]
Had some problems, but, that's what made me who I am today
They was tearin' me down, I ain't never break
Interrogation, I ain't never say
Nigga got hit up with that Drac' (Shh, pow, pow)
I'm from the 'hood, you break the rules, you got to pay
I done made it on my own, say, "Amen" (Amen, Amen)
I'm protected everywhere I go


Free my brothers in the sprinter van
[?] from the store
Now, a young nigga got hella bands
Bands, I'm so hot, I won't never lack
[Chorus]
I ain't graduate at all, but, you got a new house I see, grandpa
[?] 'fore I leavе that Nawf, I done made it too hot, I done knockеd some off (That's a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back
But, she still around puttin' up with my ass
Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put her ass on that
If I cop one, I'll buy mom's support (Woah)
Love her [?] stranded, that's a shotta soul
I don't talk no planet


Ride me like a rodeo (Oh)
Woah

[Verse 2]
I know that you see I'm worse than before
But, If you mine, you'll stay on my side
Don't tell a nigga that can't take mine
Got to make more money than I had before, oh
But, he don't value what you mean, now, I know
Now, you got to tell a nigga your time gone
My sons gone, my mind gone, they thinkin' that
Young nigga rick like Richy
Rich like RIch The Kid, I pay the bills
I pay my mama bills, my lawyer fees


For a burner, I'll probably sell the house
He say, "Murder fees," don't bring 'em to me
Know I play for keeps, I knock some off
Black Range truck, pull up sport, take off (Let's go)
Better not tell me shit, I'm inside my house
Told a bitch she better watch her mouth
You know I'm a gangster
You know it ain't long 'til the day that they say I'ma die (Die)
Not a child, I don't cry
Just make sure I'm focused, I'm rollin' with sticks in the ride
And make sure I stack up my Ms for my child
You know that I ran up my Ms for them kids
I ain't seen my daughter or son in over a year and still don't know what I did
Play games, nigga, I set the bait


[?] TEC
[?] on my kids
[Chorus]
I ain't graduate at all, but, you got a new house I see, grandpa
[?] 'fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot, I done knocked some off (That's a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back
But, she still around puttin' up with my ass
Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put her ass on that
If I cop one, I'll buy mom's support (Woah)
Love her [?] stranded, that's a shotta soul
I don't talk no planet
Ride me like a rodeo (Oh)
Woah