Ms. Alinda Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again is a Latest English song from the album “Lost Files” sung by YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Ms. Alinda Lyrics are penned down by YoungBoy Never Broke Again and music produced by Dubba-AA.
Song Details
Singer : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Album : Lost Files
Lyrics : YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Louie Bandz
Music : Dubba-AA, Dremusiq
Label : Atlantic Records
Ms. Alinda Lyrics
Miss Alinda
Dubba-AA-Flex
How you doin’, pretty lady?
Slime, I’m fine, I’m coolin’, I ain’t on sh*t
Louie Bandz made another one
I just overcame some sh*t, and man, I’m feelin’ so better (I’m feelin’ so better)
And I ain’t trippin’ ’bout a thing, because I noticed I’m special
Last relationship I was in, it ain’t work out, I’m too selfish
Social media got my name wrong, it’s time that I settle
Cause I’m a gangster baby, tell me, can you love a thug?
And everybody bangin’, we be crankin’ every time it’s up
And if I show her off, I know it’s good, nobody real as her
‘Cause you know that I’d do anything just to have your love
‘Cause baby I’ve been trippin’ lately, weed got me concentrated
That lean got me with several faces
You don’t like how I’ve been actin’ lately
Don’t know why I led her on ’cause deep inside I don’t want nobody
But if I don’t man up that sh*t only leave me humiliated
And you can do better, no, I don’t want no problems instigated
You want somethin’ different, well, let me say I ain’t that ni**a, baby
‘Cause you can upgrade from any person or situation
You get through that stage, you could avoid all the confrontations
My baby mama trippin’, if you f**k with me, don’t f**k with that
You say it’s f**kin’ with you, tell me how if I let go of that
You let people live they life, what make them happy, you should go with that
‘Cause I’ma do my sh*t, now that I’m up, I’m never going back
‘Cause I know that I tried, I confessed to all them lies
I’m forever on the rise, I got killers on my side
If you look me in my eyes, you can notice that I’m tired
‘Cause I’m trying to capitalize, but it’s the same sh*t every time, you need advice
If that’s your ni**a and y’all fight
You don’t walk out for a thing
(You don’t walk off for a thng)
If that’s your friend, that’s to the end, it ain’t no reason to change (It ain’t no reason to change)
Up in that North, where I reside, forever reppin’ my gang
I never asked for none of this, I never wanted a thing
Never gave a f**k ’bout what they felt
I was loyal to myself
Vest up on my chest, gun by my belt, I play what I was dealt
Cheat on who you with, you don’t need them, you only need yourself
That don’t make you a ho, if you go f**k ’round with somebody else
Don’t let nobody tell you that
Do want I want, you do what you can
Won’t be a part of what they goin’, I guess I’m less than a man
Not postin’ sh*t ’bout how I feel, my feelings up in the sand
When they come out, they probably stunt, like he just up, left, and ran
Ni**a, you a king, they bow down to the throne
Baby, you a queen, you’ve been doin’ it on your own
Oh, yeah, oh, Miss Alinda, where you at?
I need your help, I got some demons by my bed
Oh, Miss Alinda, tell me how to beat the system
Oh, Miss Alinda, come and help me kill these ni***s
Miss Alinda, it ain’t no love for my type of niggas
Miss Alinda, it was a symbol, somethin’ to do with rituals (Oh, yeah)
Stupid bi**h say he gon’ kill me, catch him, it’s a go (Bi**h, what up?)
I’m with some ni***s, I ain’t with beefin’, catch ’em, they gon’ blow (Baow, baow)
Remember all that sh*t you said, I drew down at the store
And told you, I’ma bust your head, don’t do that sh*t no more
And I just bought a brand new ‘Vette, with that room on the dash
And I just came up with a plan, bi**h, I’ll turn up on your a** (Turn up on a bi**h)
And I just bought a brand new Patek
Every diamond look like glass
And I can shoot that .30 steady, I’ma burn a ni**a a**
Ni**a, you a king, they bow down to the throne
Baby, you a queen, you’ve been doin’ it on your own (This is the sound)
Oh, yeah, oh, Miss Alinda, where you at?
I need your help, I got some demons by my bed
Oh, Miss Alinda, tell me how to beat the system
Oh, Miss Alinda, come and help me kill these ni***s
Miss Alinda, it ain’t no love for my type of ni***s
Miss Alinda, it was a symbol, somethin’ to do with rituals