About: “Never Stopping”, a song from YoungBoy Never Broke Again’s ‘I Just Got A Lot On My Shoulders‘ album. The song is produced by Ayo Bleu, SAUCEboy, Say Terrelle & 4reign and lyrics are written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, SAUCEboy, Ayo Bleu, 4reign & Say Terrelle.
Song Info
| Song | Never Stopping |
| Singer (s) | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Album | I Just Got A Lot On My Shoulders |
| Writer (s) | YoungBoy Never Broke Again, SAUCEboy, Ayo Bleu, 4reign & Say Terrelle |
| Producer | Ayo Bleu, SAUCEboy, Say Terrelle & 4reign |
Never Stopping Lyrics
[Intro]
(Oh, shit, 4reign, you cooked this one up, nigga?)
Oh
(Ayo Bleu)
You know, fuck wrong with niggas?
(Sauceboy, shit, what you want me to play?)
(Say, Terrelle, let’s bring the beat in)
Hm, oh, hm
Slow down, huh, hold on
Baby get ya roll on, like—
Oh, my eyes fucked up
Tell her, “Slow down”
Get ya roll on, fuck that
Let me start up, look, hold on
[Reprise]
Nene, I don’t need ‘ya Chelsea (Nah, nah)
Rolls inside my pocket, that’s that Velveeta cheese (Yeah, yeah)
Keep that camera lens; you play with me, I’ll shoot the scene— Huh, huh
Flip my clip, then— Huh, huh
Hit that bitch like— Huh, huh
[Verse 1]
Like mmm, mmm (like mmm, mmm)
I keep that shit insidе my system to put up with you
I take this money, buy my cars or somе brand new shoes
I had to tell ’em give me bars for to catch my groove
I took that bitch and did her bad in my recording room
I gave that bitch some bands too
I see some shit ’bout church on T.V., then I turn it off
I ain’t talking money, I walk straight off, I ain’t ‘tryna hear that at all
Bitch get me on, then top me off, my life ain’t script at all
[Verse 2]
Fucked up, but I ain’t fucked up
Thank God I made it out
I’ll throw you ‘sum, I’m turnt up
YoungBoy, I stay jaded
You ‘gon try sum get your head split
You ‘gots ta be fucking crazy
Bitch just want my money, she ain’t ‘gon spend it on my baby
This bitch ain’t give me ‘nothin, she must be ‘thinkin that she played me
I know that I ain’t shit but this hoe say that I’m amazing
Hoe, Bitch Slow Down
Told her get her roll on
Please don’t call YoungBoy phone, (hoe)
They thought the league could beat me
Bitch I’m rich, he can’t catch up
I ran it up they see me, and I’m bad at showin’ love
Put that bitch on TV, Huh, smoke that boy
All my bitches love me, I cut that extra hoe like
[Reprise]
Nene, I don’t need ‘ya Chelsea (Nah, nah)
Rolls inside my pocket that’s that Velveeta cheese (Yeah, yeah)
Try me once, now want me to take you back
Hell Nah, Hell Nah, Hell Nah
[Verse 3]
Ooh…
Bitch try get mad and dive in my shit, she ‘tryn fuck up my groove
Know I get mad, as bad as a bitch and she can’t get no shoes
Hop out that bitch, fit straight all rainbow, bitch you know I’m a fool
Who… Who…
Who they talkin’ to?
Whack that man and then I do my dance, like bitch I been the truth
Get them bands and do the running man, my bitch ‘gon bring my food, huh
Tell ‘em fuck ‘em, I been hustlin’, I won’t leave the Stu’
(Ouu)
[Outro]
(Youngboy I’m caught up we ‘steppin, bang out I’m with it, whatever)
(I don’t need ‘ya Chelsea, Hell Nah)
Meaning
Will be updated soon…
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