YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Free Dem 5’s

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The Talented Musician, comes back with another studio singles titled “Free Dem 5’s“, which ThinkNews made available for free Mp3 Download for you.

The Last Slimeto is the Baton Rouge, Louisiana native YoungBoy Never Broke Again’s fourth full-length studio album, which serves as a follow-up to BETTER THAN YOU, his joint mixtape with DaBaby.

The album was first teased on Instagram by YoungBoy’s go-to engineer, Jason “Cheese” Goldberg who previewed the official artwork while also hinting at a March 2022 release.

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin’?)
Mmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Ayy, free lil’ Johnny, alright
Mob dreams, jumpin’ out the bottom the pot
Yeah, it’s Slime

[Pre-Chorus]
My girl peach, free Von B
Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
If we strapped up, then we ridin’ deep
And it’s back to back static ’til we get even
Who is that at the front door?
Point the chopper at the peephole
They lookin’ for Slimeto, okay

[Chorus]
Slime-ass nigga, don’t come this way
38 baby, duckin’ murder cases
Poppin’ out, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don’t sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get big dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

[Verse 1]
I’m a fuckin’ problem, nigga
I play with them choppers, nigga
And I’m quick to pop somethin’, yeah, ask my mama, nigga
I’m the fuckin’ dada, nigga
Try to pull off, get followed with it
My young niggas, they come out the window, fft, fft
That’s why the feds tryna lock a nigga
Pick it up, hold it, just move it, don’t lose it
I got that shit for to blow out the fuses
Talk to lil’ mama, she fuck with my music
She said that she know me from off of a news clip
Run through a million, I bloodied the cruise ship
I got it, ain’t stoppin’, I’m trainin’ my body
I’m on it, I’m poppin’, up, down, no hydraulic
From the Nawf, free my brother BB out the bottom
Southside, northside, and [?][1:10]
That’s Bway, they off Shellwood
I don’t need no counselor ’cause my mail good
Bitch, I got a card that you dare pull
Left bodies in my own hood
Yeah, pull off, then turn right on Highland, tryna see if cuzzo’s phone good

[Chorus]
Slime-ass nigga, don’t come this way
38 baby, duckin’ murder cases
Poppin’ out, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don’t sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get big dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

[Verse 2]
I see mob dreams, jumpin’ out the bottom the pot
How that fuckin’ boy dope like that? He straight pure drop
From the streets, he be in jail back-to-back, life a hard knock
Soon as he get locked up, they ship his ass ’cause he gon’ bond out
Different cars, I throw out faces, I’m the shit, this YoungBoy, baby
I want the money, she fuck with me daily, can’t stay in her place, she be bringin’ her babies
Modifications, skrrt, I got the whips, I don’t trip, I don’t drive it on daily
Two million garage, this not a façade, I’m fuckin’ with God and you know where it’s [?][1:57]
Body language, you tell it, I’m holdin’ my own, they callin’ my phone, I’m hittin’ decline
I’m on top of they neck, I’m pressure, they cannot recline
He run, I’ma blow out his spine
Fuck with me, you know we slangin’ iron, I’m gon’ punish them
Do or die, who it’s gon’ be? It’s you or I, I got a drum for him

[Pre-Chorus]
My girl peach, free Von B
Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
If we strapped up, then we ridin’ deep
And it’s back to back static ’til we get even
Who is that at the front door?
Point the chopper at the peephole
They lookin’ for Slimeto, okay

[Chorus]
Slime-ass nigga, don’t come this way
38 baby, duckin’ murder cases
Poppin’ out, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don’t sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get big dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

[Outro]
I’m a fuckin’ problem, nigga

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