YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Win Your Love Lyrics

Win Your Love By YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Mommy, India got the beats)

I just flew the private out to LA, come and meet me (Come and meet me)

And once you land, you better be glad to see me (Glad to see me)

Why you can’t jump on top of me? I don’t wan’ hear nan’ reason (Nan’ reason)

This brand-new ring make me feel like I won a whole season

You supposed to make me feel like a king without it on

Brand new Chanel, put it on

Ayy, f— that (Ayy, put it on)

You gon’ make me go buy a new G-Wagen for your fine a–

F— your friends, you better be in ‘fore I get home, oh

Mmh, mmh, hittin’ it from behind, in your spine, take that, yeah

We went plenty of times in the ride

F— these skeezers, she gon’ ride like my guys (She in there with who?)

Pullin’ up, b—-, you in here, come outside

Pack your bags, we gon’ board the G5

I’m tryna join the mile high club, just you and me

Thank Most High I got a girl to take me from the streets

You the one I want, baby, you the one I need

Steady tryna win over your love

You could get violent, I don’t mind bein’ in trouble

Your love been leavin’ behind cold-blooded bodies

Please don’t murder me for tryin’, yeah

You can’t fit them jeans on, I can’t quit that lean, though

Pull up in that four-door, jump out, stand tall, Akeem, ho

Baby girl, you know just what that ring for, yeah, yeah

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Hood n—- tryna impress, pull up at Kinkos, yeah, yeah

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N—- get shot down if he run up on this Rolls, yeah, yeah

My bae inside of here, it was self-defense, officer

My name so f—– up ’cause these hoes, what can I offer her?

Tell you I’m done, then double back and catch me callin’ her (Brrt)

I’m outside, nah, I know you heard me knockin’ at this front door

(I was in the shower)

I don’t care ’bout what you doin’, f— you takin’ long for?

Come here, give me a kiss, no, f— that s—, how you been?

You’ll be with me to the end, that’s what the f— they don’t know

Steady tryna win over your love

You could get violent, I don’t mind bein’ in trouble

Your love been leavin’ behind cold-blooded bodies

Please don’t murder me for tryin’, yeah

You can’t fit them jeans on, I can’t quit that lean, though

Pull up in that four-door, jump out, stand tall, Akeem, ho

Baby girl, you know just what that ring for, yeah, yeah

Hood n—- tryna impress, pull up at Kinkos, yeah, yeah

N—- get shot down if he run up on this Rolls, yeah, yeah

My bae on side of him, it was self-defense, officer

My name so f—– up ’cause these hoes, what can I offer her?

Tell you I’m done, then double back and catch me callin’ her, oh, oh

At this front door

Give a f— ’bout what you doin’, what you takin’ long for?

Come here, give me a kiss, no, f— that s—, how you been?

To the end, that’s what the f— they don’t know

Haha, come on

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