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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Badmarks
Badmarks
Programming
Cheese
Cheese
Programming
Menace
Menace
Programming
Santo
Santo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adnan Khan
Adnan Khan
Songwriter
Francis Lopez Varela
Francis Lopez Varela
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Badmarks
Badmarks
Producer
Santo
Santo
Producer
Cheese
Cheese
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Menace
Menace
Producer

Lyrics

(It's a Menace Beat, boy) Michael Jordan, 23 (ooh) I'm too street for industry (ooh) Shawty know that we ain't coppin' pleas, no I been guilty for your love, and I plead now Take the stress out, this my lean cup (ooh-ooh) Now I'm hoppin' out, I ain't freezin' up (ooh) I took all the L's, still ain't givin' up For to get this shit, I walked through hell, and I ain't givin' nothin' She say, "Hey" to me, I say, "Wagwan" Gotta keep the strong walkin' through my slums Why don't they just let me be? Think I got signs That I only got myself, you not my kind You, you are too cool Come get what I need, then I'm through I see you like me, I like you too And I like the money, I know you do Expedition Got a new stick, new clip for the tension Make them youngins wet the whole block if you mention me People hatin' on me, and you act like you ain't seein' it Better not let me find out you a frenemy Brother always said, "How your friend turn to enemy?" Them niggas know I said what I said, they plan on endin' me Money always keep a nigga calm like it's Ketamine Young nigga pull up in Saint Laurent, look like he sellin' ki's Push start, wireless keys (ooh) Flyback in Carson, shawty overseas Tell her, "Bring me back some Louis V, and some Bape clothes" I pour up syrup inside my drank, and ain't no taste gone Shawty got that check, and she left, guess her love gone Wet up a whole block with that TEC, and then they get gone I can't get cloned, known to spin 'round They gon' speak on us 'til I put flex down She say, "Hey" to me, I say, "Wagwan" Gotta keep the strong walkin' through my slums Why don't they just let me be? Think I got signs That I only got myself, you not my kind You, you are too cool Come get what I need, then I'm through I see you like me, I like you too And I like the money, I know you do Michael Jordan, 23 (ooh) I'm too street for industry (ooh) Shawty know that we ain't coppin' pleas, no I been guilty for your love, and I plead now Take the stress out, this my lean cup (ooh-ooh) Now I'm hoppin' out, I ain't freezin' up (ooh) I took all the L's, still ain't givin' up For to get this shit, I walked through hell, and I ain't givin' nothin'
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Adnan Kahn, Jason Goldberg, Francis Lopez Varella, Marco Stella Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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