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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Maurice "Ke'Noe" Jordan
Maurice "Ke'Noe" Jordan
Performer
Skeeo!
Skeeo!
Performer
Khris James
Khris James
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maurice "Ke'Noe" Jordan
Maurice "Ke'Noe" Jordan
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Seth Love
Seth Love
Songwriter
Khris James
Khris James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Recording Engineer
Maurice "Ke'Noe" Jordan
Maurice "Ke'Noe" Jordan
Producer
Skeeo!
Skeeo!
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Khris James XO
Khris James XO
Producer

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(Skeeo, you crazy) This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin' On the phone with Ten I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin' He did half of ten But still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin' But how to hold his own, up long nights and wait around for nobody Them niggas stepped on your partner, that's your body And I be totin' dirty cutters Same yard grandpa told me don't go out it Go to jail, here come the news, they make a show 'bout it How it gettin'? Dirty than a motherfucker Better stay up out my way, nigga Bitch, you better have a banger, see that gang, nigga Aston Martin lane switching Too turnt up for lame bitches Kill a bitch, the main mission They act the same, I came different Old school, call it big four-wheeler On my side, I keep a Glock to pop at those niggas His nigga still poppin' dots and he got M&Ms Riding stolo, this bitch hot and filled with dirty steel Somebody might get murdered still Bitch, you know that I got plenty money still Youngins ready for the kill 38, I run it still Said, "Fuck 'em", and I mean it still Lil' shorty wanna fuck for real They wanna put up my career My vision see one hundred mill', I'm on it still This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin' On the phone with Ten I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin' He did half of ten But still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin' Three hundred thousand dollar car, I'm in this bitch like an '06 Honda I ain't showing up for nobody, even probably not your uncle Real stepper, I'm a rebel, I'm a fucking man of my honor I smoke dope and keep my shovel, I'm the gravediggin' founder Split his hat, I'm on that, stop, let me out around the corner Run down and blow, I swing it on 'em Back to the car, I hope I down somethin' Seen his pic, look like a drop, I think I found somethin', oh, man Say, lil' nigga from the net was talking dumb Ain't gon' have no brain Too much money, go insane, but know that I still ball or drill Been stacking bills, this shit too real, come on, come on I be true for real, she don't pop pills, she want no strong Lil' brother pulled a chase off, he still home Hold on This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin' On the phone with Ten I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin' He did half of ten But still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'
Writer(s): Maurice Jordan, Kentrell Gaulden, Seth Christopher Love, Khris James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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