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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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India Got Them Beats
India Got Them Beats
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India Williams
India Williams
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Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
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India Got Them Beats
India Got Them Beats
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India Mommy, India got the beats Tennis chain, a hundred and ten thousand (A hundred and ten thousand) We took some losses, spent some money, but we still ballin' (Still ballin') Know when they hating, straight from the gutter, I forever call it (Forever call it) These niggas hating, know they just wanna see my career falling (Wan' see me fall) He don't wanna see you with more money than him, that ain't your man I take these Percs and pop that X to hide the pain The way they crossed us, I swear it drive me insane They drained my bank, they thought they took me out the game I came back running with some Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars Livin' like a Ruff Rider, they locked him up for violence He came back like a survivor, yeah He came back like a survivor, yeah He fell out of love, now he can never trust They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up He came back like a survivor, yeah He came back like a survivor, yeah Pulled off in a Maybach (C'mon) I came back whippin' the Rolls (In a Rolls) I been betrayed by these niggas and hoes But this is the life that I chose, yeah Out the top of the roof in the middle the road, yeah Forever sliding 'bout my bros, yeah Screamin' out, right or wrong, yeah We gon' bust a nigga dome, yeah Bullets flying like an army Convicted felon bear arms and Shoot the burner, hold it steady Hit a nigga in the arm and leg Hunger Games, Armageddon You broke your promise, you was wrong for that Went to jail all behind your love Laid down and I came back Steady scopin' (Scopin') Wipe a nigga's nose, I say slatt I'm steady workin', since I made it out that North I ain't look back Jail time and the prayers on lockdown, writing songs on the rec Now I'm boardin' on the jet with a Glock-9 and a bag full of racks Talkin' down used to drive me insane When I know I stayed true to this game Bitches playin', steady sayin' my name Niggas playin', we be slangin' that thing I'm growin' up, tryna grow as man Maintaining, elevating my brain I know that I'm great so I'm never gon' settle Won't value the money, won't value no change Steady scopin' (Scopin') Wipe a nigga's nose, I say slatt This for Dump, spend every dime that I got to bring him back Ran up my money, all my songs gon' have them racks and that's a fact (I ain't lying) I told D to do his time then come back grinding with some Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence He came back like a survivor, yeah He came back like a survivor, yeah He fell out of love, now he can never trust They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up He came back like a survivor, yeah He came back like a survivor, yeah Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence He came back like a survivor, yeah He came back like a survivor, yeah He fell out of love, now he can never trust They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up He came back like a survivor, yeah He came back like a survivor, yeah
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, India Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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