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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Michael Jackson
Michael Jackson
Songwriter
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Producer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Producer

Lyrics

You'll never make me lose So why you bragging on me? Your ways was cruel, I was fooled I was too blind for to see My I.D. cover the news Seems only trouble I keep You was the one I would choose Choose for to be there for me Can't tell me not to do this because I do what I want We came up out the street Straight from the block selling raw She said, she never will leave Soon as she left it was hard I wanted her here with me She left me out with my boys But I say "That's okay" Protect my heart with that rod I'm running far out your reach I mean as far as the stars Might have to cancel my cards Don't come out after dark I see she won't leave me 'lone She sliced the tires on my car Dirty Iyanna, oh Dirty Iyanna, oh Dirty Iyanna, no Dirty Iyanna Forever we get it I'm sick of these bitches, they flow in my head, ah We be chasing on riches, however you want it It's straight for the head, ah And she know that I love her, she want me to cuff her I think she'll hurt me, I never will let her I'm sending condolences inside of a letter Still trappin' like Griselda No, it ain't safe in these streets, all alone, ah No, we don't play, keep that heat, we take it slow out Even though when I'm wrong, I ain't never gon' lie If I feel that I owe you, I'm gon' make it right I'll be thuggin' and keepin' my head to the sky Double back on a lap by myself and I cry In a bed while I'm dreaming behind you I die Before that can happen, I let off that fire Trappin' and rappin', we shoot to the top After I'm asking "Can we have a child?" After heartbreak, I'll cut off relations But I be thinkin' 'bout you on the daily Tell my niggas what up and they said that I'm crazy Remember wit' you all them hoes, they hatin' Dirty Iyanna, no Dirty Iyanna, oh Dirty Iyanna, no Dirty Iyanna, Dirty Iyanna (Iyanna, Iyanna) Dirty Iyanna
Writer(s): Michael Joe Jackson, Alex Christian Jean Petit, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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