NBA YoungBoy (YoungBoy Never Broke Again) Shining Hard Lyrics

Styling hard, covered in the V

And bitch I’m shining hard, diamonds in my teeth

I just left from sex and I put blood on my feet

My PO told me “Nah,” but fuck it

I’m still winning, nigga

Hold on, I pull up bouncing with my chains on

I’m not worried about no fuck nigga, got my thang on

Got a Glock for out that eight, I’ll put yo name on it

I told that bitch that I’m a dog without no chain on

Money paging on my beeper

VVS in my teeth now

Serving in my Reeboks

Bitch gon’ give me teeth now

Money longer than a queen hair

I don’t know Rapunzel

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We runnin’ through your front door

Choppa louder than a bucket, I’m like fuck it

I bet that I could fuck yo bitch who think I’m ugly, nigga

We post up on that ugly corner, she get ugly, nigga

You know we keep the burners on us, quit the bustin’, nigga

I throw them bands on a bitch

I turn up bad on a bitch

I got no caption in my caption

I just swag on a bitch

Got ’em mad as a bitch

I know they hate I act like this

You say that you don’t like this song, just wait I drop my CD, bitch

Styling hard, covered in the V

And bitch I’m shining hard, diamonds in my teeth

I just left from sex and I put blood on my feet

My PO told me “Nah,” but I’m still fucking winning, nigga

Hold on, I pull up bouncing with my chains on

I’m not worried about no fuck nigga, got my thang on

Got a Glock for out that eight, I’ll put yo name on it

I told that bitch that I’m a dog without no chain on

Bitch, I’m a dog with no chain on

Chicago, bitch, I’m on my lawn

Pet me like a dummy, think it’s funny?

I’ma bust yo dong

I got lean in my styrofoam

Smokin’ on that [?]

Say he need a blessin’, I be stressin’

I’ma send him home

Turn around

I fucked that bitch from the back

I’ma hang that ho up on the wall like a tat

Tag teaming that bitch, we go back after back

Don’t give a fuck ’bout these chains

I do this shit back to back

Need money, where it’s at?

Flexin’, get stuck on this stack

I pull up bouncing with my chains on

I’m not worried about no fuck nigga, got my thang on

Got a Glock for out that eight, I’ll put yo name on it

I told that bitch that I’m a dog without no chain on

Money paging on my beeper

VVS in my teeth now

Serving in my Reeboks

Bitch gon’ give me teeth now

Money longer than a queen hair

I don’t know Rapunzel

[?]

We runnin’ through your front door