NBA Youngboy – Goals

NBA Youngboy – Goals

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NBA Youngboy – Goals Ringtone

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I took the top off the motherf*ckin’ coupe
They closed the door, but I still made it through
Flooded my neck, look how much I done grew
Overtime for to make sure that I don’t lose
Run it up with my partner, give a lot to my mama
Doin’ bad, but I know that it’s a lot for me to do
I was tired of doing the same thing
Got serious, then I changed lanes
They knowin’ that we bust brains
But ain’t why I’m inside in chains
Put my focus in the main business
Lookin’ for a half a ticket plane
Tryna find somethin’ that fit the description of my pain
My name to some people ain’t looked over
Go find you somethin’ to look over
Since young, never been a pushover
Got the bag like a book holder
Nigga, you gon’ make me mad and we gon’ spin on ’em
Did the dash inside a Lamb’ and then he crash
Ain’t get a dent on him
That’s my lil’ homie
Remember posted at the store, I ain’t have a cent on me
One uniform, went to school everyday the same lint on me
Needed help to stand up straight and then they bent on me
Dirty bitch was catchin’ fire and I wouldn’t even piss on ’em
I took the top off the motherf*ckin’ coupe
They closed the door, but I still made it through
Flooded my neck, look how much I done grew
Overtime for to make sure that I don’t lose
Run it up with my partner, give a lot to my mama
Doin’ bad, but I know that it’s a lot for me to do
Switched the motto, I ain’t hit the lotto
But my bag different
Skippin’ school with my dog, wasn’t really tryna bag with me
Fell in love once, but mm, I said my grandma was different
I’m like, “Mm, I’m a millionaire, I ain’t with the kidding”
That’s me just thinkin’
Too much money, separate the bank
2012, I’d use a shoebox
I don’t really like to talk, I ain’t bein’ rude now
Three hundred thousand, it be for fashion
And I still’ll probably pass it up
I don’t give no fuck as long as we got a gat on us
That’s a new edition
She don’t want me, she feel like my heart old
Why you want my heart, love?
Take it slow, I ball on and off court
I took the top off the motherf*ckin’ coupe
They closed the door, but I still made it through
Flooded my neck, look how much I done grew
Overtime for to make sure that I don’t lose
Run it up with my partner, give a lot to my mama
Doin’ bad, but I know that it’s a lot for me to do

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