
Never Enough! ft. Magnavox Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Are you serious, bro
Yeah, I'm dead-ass
Fuck you, bitch
You ain't on shit
Stop laughing
That's why your hair line receded, faggot
I'm tired of your ass
Bro
B-Ray
Nigga, I don't want to hear shit
I don't want to hear shit
Stop dissing on me, nigga
B-Ray
Stop
Money, never enough
Guap, never enough
Guap, never enough
Get in the way, get plucked
I got a bad-ass slut
All she know is fuck
Stay with a hockey puck
Five, five, six, gon' shut his ass up
I say jump, then you better jump
Dumb-ass nigga get beat with the pump
Switch
It make him crunk
Bitch got a chunky and I'm tryna hump
Dick gon' fuck up her demeanor
I'm in the field, might fuck my cleats up
I rock the Rick Owens, mix it with Dida
I do a drill, then I turn John Cena
Pack on the go meds, not with Selena
I stay with racks on me, Serena
100-round drum, hold Kel and Kenan
Bitch give me moppity, ate my semen
Fuck around, go to sacks, fifth get a jacket
Bum ass niggas, they not in my bracket
It's a bad day if you think I'm lacking
I like my hoes big booty and ratchet
Bitch, I'm outside with a go-go gadget
Pocket on Crip, Benjamin what's crackin'
Matter of fact, nigga, what's up
What's brackin'
Gun gon' cause all types of havoc
Switch in the dark, you ain't know it
Chop, gun him down
12, kill streak, AR shout
We in route better
Watch your mouth
That Keltec swing, north to south
It get real, real, real
These bullets fly, then he get killed
I'm tryna get bills, bills, bills
Step in front of that cash
Get caught in that drill
Let's roll out, I ain't talkin' bout an Autobot
But I transformed my fuckin' glock
50 round nothin' to that bitch
Hell fuckin' shot
Both of his sneakers
Ain't make it off the block
Spray up the whole block
Fuck you and your grandpa and that cookout
Go and get blended, tryna
Fuck with the fragment
This'll be your last stop
I get a coupe
I might take off the brain
I shoot at you
I don't fuck with the range
I'm in the stu off purple rain
Who is that dude
Tryna steal our slang
I take a nigga to hell
Kane, huh
Right wrist on hurricane
Psh, take this
He don't feel the same
Huh
Yeah, he don't think the same
Nigga shit
Not at all
Niggas, I don't know
I'm on the court
Got these niggas patched
Fuck is you talkin' bout