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Artiste : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Titre : Sport Mode
Khris James, what the fuck?

Tourin´, ´22 Honda, it´s a sport (Yeah)
Gettin´ that money baby, hustlin´ like a sport
Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse (Oh-oh-oh)

Look at these girls, they more badder than we was (Oh-oh, you know it)

Shorty a foreign, I turned up my taste (Turned up my taste)
I´m in a foreign, I feel I want race (I want race)
I keep it goin´, when I need me a break (Need me a break)
Only one person, so much I can take (Yeah)
I´m not a sponsor, so much I can say
If you wit´ me then you keep it strong
Fuck the police, they won´t give me a break
They call me Top, and my A-list the same (A-list the same)
Now, I know you got it out for me girl
And you know I got a thing for you too
Baby, it´s a dangerous world (Facts)

But I know that you´re dangerous too
Know I´m a gangster, as soon as I walk in, I don´t talk to nobody (Nobody)
Bringin´ up bodies, I got that shit that´ll blow out your body (Baow, baow)
How you been bleedin? Slow, bitch, you know
I got the money and baddest lil´ bitches inside of my home
This Maison Margiela, got on
It´s so right, I could never be wrong

Tourin´, ´22 Honda, this a sport (This a sport)
Gettin´ that money baby, hustlin´ like a sport (Like a sport)
Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse (Like it´s corpse, oh-oh-oh)
Look at these girls, they more badder than we was (Ooh)

Ooh, I want you, now you ain´t got to do me like you do
I´m a million dollar nigga, what you want, give it to you (Slime)
I know you lovin´ my fashion, I turn up you too, yeah, yeah (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
She for the street, man lil´ shorty got no home
But you know me, I turn her to a queen
Expensive the diamonds, I´m changin´ the climate
I cover her body in brand new Celine, infinity
Life galore, chemistry, I got a hard history
Everything ain´t ´bout a dollar, but I come from the bottom
You smellin´ me?

Tourin´, ´22 Honda, it´s a sport
Gettin´ that money baby, hustlin´ like a sport

Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse (Oh-oh-oh)
Look at these girls, they more badder than we was