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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Ain't Easy [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Hagan Lange
Hagan Lange
Programming
LC
LC
Programming
TntXD
TntXD
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hagan Lange
Hagan Lange
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Luke Clay
Luke Clay
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hagan Lange
Hagan Lange
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Khris James
Khris James
Mixing Engineer
LC
LC
Producer
TntXD
TntXD
Producer

Texty

Pipe that shit up, TnT Nigga, my fit on point, uh Nigga, this whip okay Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy Make sure I'm straight on stage I took the backwards route Spent a hundred grand on K's Still a all out war 'bout gang Fuck nigga, don't throw no shade, uh I left the season to comeback with a reason I ain't say it was easy, yeah, ah I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can't see me I could've left him bleedin', yeah, ah Whipped out a Birkin bag and took out fifty, that's her own, yeah Hold on, slatt business, let me check the interest for that corner I got hats pendin', checks for all them youngins, they been on 'em Bitch, it's rack city, stack on top of stack and they gon' stone him I don't think these niggas want no smoke, we be all with it I can't put no hoe before my bro because they all sneaky Out tweakin', late night when we geekin', we stuck on our pivot I grab the mic You make sure that I'm right just for this crowd see me Nigga, my fit on point, uh Nigga, this whip okay Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy Make sure I'm straight on stage I took the backwards route Spent a hundred grand on K's Still at all out war 'bout gang Fuck nigga, don't throw no shade, uh I left the season to comeback with a reason I ain't say it was easy, yeah, ah I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can't see me I could've left him bleedin', yeah, ah I just put one up, he shoot, he scores I just need get me a love to keep these hoes right front my door I just took my hoe back insides 'til they was gone, nigga, yeah, yeah They gon' hate on us until we gone, that what 10 said I ain't look at her, not once, just sang my song, nigga Bought her a Rolex, got her a flight back, sent her home, yeah She can't get her a text back Post my next bitch, turn off the phone, yeah Take out your phone and post my neck, bitch, focus on it, yeah I left the season to comeback with a reason I ain't say it was easy, yeah, ah I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can't see me I could've left him bleedin', yeah, ah
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Hagan Lange, Thomas Horton, Luke David Clay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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