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Official ‘I Don’t Talk’ Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Read the official lyrics to ‘I Don’t Talk’ by YoungBoy Never Broke Again. I Don’t Talk is part of the body of work for YoungBoy’s upcoming fourth studio album, The Last Slimeto, this song was produced by Vadebeatz.

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Official I Dont Talk Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I Don’t Talk Lyrics

Intro
Vade on the keys

Chorus
I don’t talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don’t talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree
Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don’t speak, oh, nah, nah
Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
YoungBoy pull up, that’s a murder hit, know they heard of this
Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad
Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass

Verse 1
They talk down on my name, on my face, they brought shame
Blackballеd me from up out the game, bitch, strippеd me out the fame
I ain’t get a thing but a laugh when I told my pain
“Oh, that’s hilarious, to her?”
Do dirty work with illegal guns, that’s what I was in the parish for
Make sure that my children travel, I ain’t happy how they perished us
Crime inside the same hood with no options, but they carriaged us
Can’t be out here flipping patties, what make you think them hoes gon’ fuck with us?
What the fuck you think so lavish? Through my whole career, been doped up
Playing limbo with that gunfire, mama say I was her worst child
Daddy lost his soul inside a trial, that’s fifty-five, one long ride
Tell Mike Caren I thank him for that phone call, I’m on now
If that’s my girl, I ain’t fuckin’ on her friend inside my home, uh

Chorus
I don’t talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don’t talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree
Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don’t speak, oh, nah, nah
Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
YoungBoy pull up, that’s a murder hit, know they heard of this
Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad
Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass

Verse 2
Tired, you confused, you need to take some time off for to see
Who really love you, my friend? Got your best interests
Got your back and with you, thug ’til the end
Don’t give no fuck if you kin
I need my phone call, guard go to tripping, tryna slam me down
I’m with Kaylee and with Herm inside the car, them hitters ran me down
Phone ring, it’s K, pick up my phone, “KD just got gunned down”
Bub bussing back, but what ’bout my lil’ brother?
Montana son was ’round
She don’t love a nigga, she a snake, huh? Her mama taught her that
You free to fuck ’round if I don’t know about it
Who the fuck done thought of that?
I’m a gangster, I hang up on your mammy, bitch, no, I ain’t calling back
I’m a ranger, in that Nawf, it’s danger, my family stopping that
Talk to my brother violent, but Herm got him clapped, and I cop that
Ain’t taking care of her body, she skinny as the fuck, her parents fat
She stressing, wilding about her old man, he done took her income tax
Know how she feel, I threw her something, I watched niggas do my mama that
He choked her, slam her, kicked on her, spit on her and made her spinal crack
He caught her talking to her ex, she tried to lie, he knew it’s cap
But shawty was loving brodie ass and everybody know that that’s a fact
Later OD’d from off a doja, it was as strong as nightcap

Outro
Say Phat Baby
Hello?
Run that shit
Run that shit?
Run that shit
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see
Hahaha, don’t you do all- just go
I told Ten, man, fuck them niggas
I want ’em all, been bringing pressure all my life, it ain’t no sense in calming down
If Top ain’t feeling your demeanor, bet I make you move around
Big ass gat under my arm, bitch, I’ll make your mama frown
I’m out that bottom, and I’m out that wall to be exact
Behind that feining store, where they smoke mojo and they serving packs
Last level always told me, “I’ma kill you if you ever rat”
They blocked the entrance off, so I say, “Fuck it,” fall in through the back
4KTrey, nobody safe, and I gotta die this way
When we in the city, all them niggas do is hibernating
Talk to Monique, she told me, “PhatBlack, hit your knees and pray”
The lawyers say, “They want the R.I.C.O.,” that’s another case

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