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(function() { song: "Ain%27t+Easy", Lyrics, Letra: Toujours en guerre avec le gang I said loving you ain't easy I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can’t see me Négro, bolide stylé })(); Paroles de chansons de YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Sur Frap.cl venez découvrir toutes les dernières pépites du Rap français. All you do is talk, whatcha say, say, say? All you do is talk, whatcha say, say, say J'ai quitté la saison pour revenir avec une raison James and Durant hit the recording studio together during the 2011 NBA lockout, and with it, the song "It Ain't Easy" was made. Ain't Easy Lyrics: Baby, you're all I need / Baby, you're all I see / Missing the touch of your skin / I want it bad, I'm on my knees / Feeling you touching me / Baby, it's bittersweet / 'Cause I 'My Window' Lyrics: Sors ton téléphone et poste mon collier, bitch, médite là-dessus, ouais. Attends, c'est le business de la rue, laisse-moi vérifier l'intérêt de ce coin [Post-Chorus: Jamie] In Control - YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics, Letra: Je prends le micro, tu t’assures que cette foule puisse me voir, Négro, trop bien sapé, uh I don’t think these niggas want no smoke, we be all with it I want it bad, I'm on my knees J’aurais pu le laisser saigner, ouais, ahh, J’ai sorti un sac Birkin et j’en ai sorti cinquante liasses, rien que ça, ouais They know who I am Just need a little taste I just took my ho back insides ’til they was gone, nigga, yeah, yeah J’réponds pas à ses textos, j’poste une photo de ma prochaine bitch, j’éteins mon phone, ouais Wanna walk away, baby, way, way, way I could’ve left him bleedin’, yeah, ahh, Whipped out a Birkin bag and took out fifty, that’s all on, yeah She can’t get her a text back, post my next bitch, turn off the phone, yeah Baby, you're what I crave and I wouldn't wanna waste it Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy, Dis-leur, TnT }; Baby, you're what I crave and I wouldn't wanna waste it C’est les potes avant les putes, car elles sont toutes sournoises Loving until we hate I left the season to comeback with a reason Nigga, my fit on point, uh adunit_id: 39383896, Hold on, slatt business, let me check the interest for that corner Bitch, c'est Fric City, empile les liasses et il se fera lapider Bought her a Rolex, got her a flight back, sent her home, yeah I ain’t say it was easy, yeah, ahh [Verse 1: Jamie] J'ai gobé des pilules, mon frère s'est bien vendu, il ne peut plus me voir Ils nous haïront jusqu'à la mort, c'est ce qu'on dit Last.fm Music | Copyright © 2020 CBS Interactive Inc. / All rights reserved. J'ai dépensé cent mille dollars pour un fusil d'assaut I ain't say it was easy, yeah, ahh [Bridge: Jamie] I took the backwards route Loving the touch of your body Make sure I’m straight on stage Yeah, slatt, ... YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Thug of Spades (ft. DaBaby). Ain’t Easy – YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics, Letra: Intro Pipe that shit up, TnT. [Chorus: Jamie] Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy Ain't Easy Lyrics: Pipe that shit up, TnT / Nigga, my fit on point, uh / Nigga, this whip okay / Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy / Make sure I'm straight on stage / I took the backwards route / Spent a Bitch, c’est Fric City, empile les liasses et il se fera lapider Still at all out war ‘bout gang This song was originally leaked as a demo for Camila Cabello but was then scrapped. J'ai gobé des pilules, mon frère s'est bien vendu, il ne peut plus me voir Baby, you're all I see Take me away, take me away Je prends le micro, tu t'assures que cette foule puisse me voir It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary. Bâtard, ne me fais pas d’ombre, uh, J’ai quitté la saison pour revenir avec une raison Then I ... YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Change (Jania Diss). Nigga, my fit on point, uh artist: "YoungBoy+Never+Broke+Again", Take out your phone and post my neck, bitch, focus on it, yeah, Chorus Intro Nigga, this whip okay Spent a hundred grand on K’s In the form! Lyrics, Letra: Moving On - NBA OG 3Three ft. YoungBoy Never Broke Again Late at night when I need more you Pipe that shit up, TnTn–ga, my fit on point, uhn–ga, this whip okayHold on, calm down, YoungBoyMake sure I’m straight on stageI took the backwards routeSpent a hundred grand on K’sStill at all out war ’bout gangf–k n–ga, don’t throw no shade, uh, I left the season to comeback with a reasonI ain’t say it was easy, yeah, ahhI through them beans in, my bro sold out, can’t see meI could’ve left him bleedin’, yeah, ahh, Whipped out a Birkin bag and took out fifty, that’s all on, yeahHold on, slatt business, let me check the interest for that cornerI got hats pendin’, checks for all them youngins, they been on ’emb–ch, it’s rack city, stack on top of stack and they gon’ stone himI don’t think these n–gas want no smoke, we be all with itI can’t put no ho’ before my bro because they all sneakyOut tweakin’, late night when we geekin’, we stuck on our pivotI grab the mic, you make sure that I’m right just for this crowd see me, n–ga, my fit on point, uhn–ga, this whip okayHold on, calm down, YoungBoyMake sure I’m straight on stageI took the backwards routeSpent a hundred grand on K’sStill at all out war ’bout gangf–k n–ga, don’t throw no shade, uh, I just put one up, he shoot, he scoresI just need get me a love to keep these hoes right front my doorI just took my ho back insides ’til they was gone, n–ga, yeah, yeahThey gon’ hate on us until we gone, that what 10 saidI ain’t look at her, not once, just sang my song, n–gaBought her a Rolex, got her a flight back, sent her home, yeahShe can’t get her a text back, post my next b–ch, turn off the phone, yeahTake out your phone and post my neck, b–ch, focus on it, yeah, I left the season to comeback with a reason, I through them beans in, my bro sold out, can’t see me, Whipped out a Birkin bag and took out fifty, that’s all on, yeah, Hold on, slatt business, let me check the interest for that corner, I got hats pendin’, checks for all them youngins, they been on ’em, b–ch, it’s rack city, stack on top of stack and they gon’ stone him, I don’t think these n–gas want no smoke, we be all with it, I can’t put no ho’ before my bro because they all sneaky, Out tweakin’, late night when we geekin’, we stuck on our pivot, I grab the mic, you make sure that I’m right just for this crowd see me, I just need get me a love to keep these hoes right front my door, I just took my ho back insides ’til they was gone, n–ga, yeah, yeah, They gon’ hate on us until we gone, that what 10 said, I ain’t look at her, not once, just sang my song, n–ga, Bought her a Rolex, got her a flight back, sent her home, yeah, She can’t get her a text back, post my next b–ch, turn off the phone, yeah, Take out your phone and post my neck, b–ch, focus on it, yeah.

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