paroles de chanson What You Say (feat. Post Malone & The Kid LAROI) - YoungBoy Never Broke Again , Post Malone , The Kid LAROI
(Fuck
what
they
say)
I
done
made
it
out
the
storm
(Shit,
you
know
I
did)
check
my
bank,
I
made
new
commas
(I
can't)
I
can't
take
no
break,
I'm
way
too
young
(don't
gotta)
I
wan'
count
up
every
day
I'm
out
Try
to
take
anything
to
keep
my
sane,
I've
been
hustlin'
I
been
grindin'
hard,
on
my
mama
Side
ho
actin'
lame,
with
my
main
I
been
fussin'
I
got
too
much
money
for
these
problems
I
wan'
take
these
drugs
with
my
friends,
huh,
oh
I
got
all
these
hoes,
all
these
clothes
in
my
crib,
yeah
I
fucked
on
them
both,
yes,
I
did,
yeah
You
can't
trust
these
hoes,
I
won't
hold
you
That's
what
it
is,
yeah
Huh,
I'm
too
real
Draco
in
my
pea
coat,
I
need
some
right
here
Pussy
nigga
get
killed,
oh
Playin'
'round
with
these
millions,
lil'
bro
(lil',
lil'
bro)
(Fuck
what
they
say)
I
done
made
it
out
the
storm
(Shit,
you
know
I
did)
check
my
bank,
I
made
new
commas
(I
can't)
I
can't
take
no
break,
I'm
way
too
young
(don't
gotta)
I
wan'
count
up
every
day
I'm
out
Pull
up
to
this
party,
not
for
fun
Make
sure
I
stack
my
money
tall
Know
that
I
look
nice
enough
for
someone
Fresher,
I
might
leave
here
with
lil'
shawty
Ayy,
all
this
drama,
baby,
I'm
too
rich
for
that
Ayy,
all
these
commas
like
I'm
an
aristocrat
Ayy,
in
Bahamas,
posted
with
my
bitch
with
that
Say
that
he
want
problems,
it's
no
problem,
we
got
shit
for
that
Windows
tinted,
whip
is
all
black
And
my
credit
card
lookin'
all
platinum
And
your
bitch
told
me
she
want
all
action
Hit
it
once
with
a
gold
Magnum
I
don't
really
care
'bout
what
the
blogs
say
'Cause
my
mama
good
and
my
dogs
straight
You
know
if
you
could,
you'd
be
on
the
same
I'm
in
Hollywood,
gettin'
all
faded,
I
swear
I
can't
take
breaks,
I'm
too
young
Strip
club,
throwin'
up
dubs
You
can't
tell
me
nothin'
Two
hundred
in
my
cup
I
was
paid
to
be
in
this
club
No,
I
don't
do
shit
for
fun
(Fuck
what
they
say)
I
done
made
it
out
the
storm
(Shit,
you
know
I
did)
check
my
bank,
I
made
new
commas
(I
can't)
I
can't
take
no
break,
I'm
way
too
young
(don't
gotta)
I
wan'
count
up
every
day
I'm
out
Pull
up
to
this
party,
not
for
fun
Makin'
sure
I
stack
my
money
tall
Know
that
I
look
nice
enough
for
someone
Fresher,
I
might
leave
here
with
lil'
shawty
Hey,
it's
gotten
cold,
I
walk
that
ice
with
stompers
on
Tommy
fold,
give
'em
somethin'
they
can
copy
off
Talk
is
talk,
I'm
super
sweet,
but
chopper
long
That
chain
you
gave
her
on,
she
told
me,
"Fuck
the
diamonds
off"
I
did,
I'm
poppin'
off,
and
I
can't
never
clock
off
Hey,
I
can't
have
my
baby
rocker
rockin'
knockoffs
Hey,
my
buddies
gonna
slide
and
maybe
spin
that
block
off
Hey,
fishtail
off
that
lot
and
chop-chop-chop
that
top
off
I
can't
do
this
alone
She
a
pain
on
the
tone
If
you
say
you
will
follow
me
down
I
would
happily
drown
(Fuck
what
they
say)
I
done
made
it
out
the
storm
(Shit,
you
know
I
did)
check
my
bank,
I
made
new
commas
(I
can't)
I
can't
take
no
break,
I'm
way
too
young
(don't
gotta)
I
wan'
count
up
every
day
I'm
out
Pull
up
to
this
party,
not
for
fun
Makin'
sure
I
stack
my
money
tall
Know
that
I
look
nice
enough
for
someone
Fresher,
I
might
leave
here
with
lil'
shawty
1 Big Truck
2 Mr Gaulden
3 Take Down
4 By Myself
5 Out Nothing
6 Bangin My Line
7 Rear View (feat. Mariah The Scientist)
8 Hustle
9 Morning
10 Homicide Pt. 2
11 Cold Killers
12 WTF (feat. Nicki Minaj)
13 Choppa Docter
14 Trust Issues
15 Run The Hood
16 No Rubber
17 Loaded Now
18 Got One
19 Spin&Ben'n
20 1.5
21 War
22 Grave Digga
23 Off The Lean
24 What You Say (feat. Post Malone & The Kid LAROI)
25 No Lease
26 Slimeto
27 Another Dead
28 Pistol Totting
29 Cemetery Lifestyle
30 Don't Leave
31 Head Shot
32 I Is That
33 Like Madden
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