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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Lyrics
Cooper Douglas McGill
Cooper Douglas McGill
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Steve Thornton
Steve Thornton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coop the Truth
Coop the Truth
Producer
SWIFF D
SWIFF D
Producer

Texty

Yeah Swiff D I like this Go My nigga tellin' me to pray to Allah With some cold blooded killers standin' right in front the yard Everybody got a pistol, needed one, got it hard Sellin' drugs, havin' fights, it was hard in the North But I say "always, all praise to my god" Left a stain in the street when we spin out the car Red bandana tied 'round the rod Hope my girl could forgive me livin' life like a star All red bottoms lookin' like I walked on the scene Homicide diamonds with the pistol Young nigga came up still runnin' from the system Caught his homeboys stealin' out the pack so he clipped 'em Feelin' down, need somebody for to lift him He been fightin' with his girl 'cause he say that they don't feel him Momma say that he got drugs in his system New image, old me, said they missed him How the fuck I'm supposed to act when my father in prison Tell another nigga listen, back then I ain't listen Real Blood with some young niggas 'round me Crippin' With some old heads out of jail leave a nigga missin' Lot of money but they still don't understand how I'm livin' From the streets to the can, either way I'm livin' Boomer rip a nigga up one second in a minute Tell a nigga hit me up if he really got tension My nigga tellin' me to pray to Allah With some cold blooded killers standin' right in front the yard Everybody got a pistol, needed one, got it hard Sellin' drugs, havin' fights, it was hard in the north But I say "always, all praise to my god" Left a stain in the street when we spin out the car Red bandana tied 'round the rod Hope my girl could forgive me livin' life like a star What I say? Press the button in the door, open up Let my nigga out the whip, ain't no shootin' out the Wraith Got the back and the front sewed up Tell him spin around the block right before you catch a play Came home started selling ayay Got some dog food on me with some Ac' in the case Got a K right in my home if you run in my place Put a bullet in his dome, watch it exit his face On my knees prayin' to God tellin' him I'm Goin' home if I don't live up to goin' hard One night I ain't go home, Girl actin' crazy 'cause she mad that I'm livin' like a star Bitch I'm straight up out them trenches, I ain't never had a heart Ain't no plug, ain't no socket, I ain't never had a car And you want them fancy things so you better play your part Told that bitch you don't work then I swear you gon' starve My nigga tellin' me to pray to Allah With some cold blooded killers standin' right in front the yard Everybody got a pistol, needed one, got it hard Sellin' drugs, havin' fights, it was hard in the north But I say "always, all praise to my god" Left a stain in the street when we spin out the car Red bandana tied 'round the rod Hope my girl could forgive me livin' life like a star (like a star)
Writer(s): Cooper Mcgill, Steve Thornton, Kentrell Gaulden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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