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Podobné skladby
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Cheese
Programming
Palaze
Programming
RAN
Programming
Santo
Programming
Uv Killin Em
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christoffer Buchardt Marcussen
Songwriter
Francis Lopez Varela
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Randy De Boer
Songwriter
Yuval Chain
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cheese
Producer
Palaze
Producer
RAN
Producer
Santo
Producer
Uv Killin Em
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Texty
[Intro]
Ayo, Ran, turn that up
I've been
I don't even know when I'm doin' good
[Chorus]
You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body (Ooh)
You know I'm lovin' you
What you feelin' like? What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like, "I wanna see you too"
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars, how you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth, I can't explain without no proof
[Verse 1]
So much shit I had to face, I'm up to date, I made it through
He dirty, worked him with that K 'cause he got paid and that's so cruel
My mind feel chained, heart up in flames
Soul full of pain, along the way, alone he goes
Crystals in the chain, got the crowd sayin' my name
There's a new Maybach truck, over ten times I ain't drove, I'm sold
That my childhood friend named Mel on the phone
Right now, he fucked up tellin' me to hold it down
I'm all alone, he got a disease inside his body, I'm tryna pay for to get it gone
I'm never sleep when he asleep, soon as he call, pick up the phone
Life sticked me deep inside the streets, duckin' bullets, runnin' home
Long range shots fired, I learned to return with my first chrome
You knockin' on my window, Mel, I miss granddaddy home
She ain't stick with me on the come-up, but now she with me that I'm on
[Chorus]
You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You got me, oh
You know I'm lovin' you
What you feelin' like? What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like, "I wanna see you too"
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars, how you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth, I can't explain without no proof
[Verse 2]
Sportsinator, terminator, swing with the Glock, come out the roof
I bleed the block, I be the truth, am who I'm not till my shit blue
Is who I'm are, I'm not who they say I'm is, I'm this way until the day I'm killed
Tryna save up thirty dollars to thirty mil', oh, yeah, my God real
I ain't had my rod, they wet up my whole car, duck from a line of steel
This ain't no façade, as a child, I had it hard, as a man, I shed tears
In my daughter eyes, I see a future, fell out of love, now I beef with Cupid
She don't know how to love, she think I'm stupid, bitch
Nah, for real
This my girl, what I say, she do it, with a girl who I met out when tourin'
Skippin' school, gotta run from truant, victim to the streets, he murder shit
He took off, tried to run, I had a clear shot where the hurdle went
Tried diggin' from that Altima, he heard that thirty spit
Fell in love with her in middle school, but my **** took the bitch
She wanna go, we tear apart if she ain't cut for this
[Chorus]
You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You got me, oh
You know I'm lovin' you
What you feelin' like? What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like, "I wanna see you too"
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars, how you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth, I can't explain without no proof
[Outro]
I can't explain without no proof
Can't do no controllin' you
Written by: Christoffer Buchardt Marcussen, Francis Lopez Varela, Jason "Cheese" Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Randy De Boer, Yuval Chain