Rich As Hell - YoungBoy Never Broke Again: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Rich As Hell

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Rich As Hell fue lanzado el 11 de octubre de 2019 por Never Broke Again, LLC como parte del álbum AI YoungBoy 2

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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17ondatrack

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DRok

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DT

Programación

Jack Gibson

Programación

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Daniel Lebrun

Autoría

Dorien Theus

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Jack Gibson

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Kentrell Gaulden

Kentrell Gaulden

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Sven Rafael Steenbergen

Sven Rafael Steenbergen

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Chris Athens

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17ondatrack

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DRok

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DT

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Jack Gibson

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Letra

[Intro]

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[Instrumental]

D-Roc

[Chorus]

I gotta bring it

Any time and however you want it

Late at night and I can't sleep

I'm staying up, I'm tossin', turnin'

That's them bodies from my temper creepin' on me

That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely (Hold up, hold up)

Bricks and bales

I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell

I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL

Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale

Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell

[Verse 1]

Get it and bring it, I flip it

You know how I get it, I know some hard layers (Yeah)

I can speak that work and talk that work

I leave it scarred and pale (Yeah)

Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for real (Presser)

Give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real

Ballin', my **** haulin'

**** be talkin' and I catch 'em walkin'

I do this often, fuck it, I off 'em

Know that I got 'em, you know I'ma stalk 'em

Fuck his fam, I pick his coffin

Catch who bad? Bitch, I doubt it

I got youngins wanna off 'em

All this smoke, it got me coughin'

MACs-11, I be steppin', bitch, I'm reckless, I'm dumb

Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped

I got bro on top, ain't tell through a message, we come

We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb

Yeah, you talk that shit, I'm with it (With it, hmm)

Watch how quick I whip it

I go Shmurda with them glizzies

I got murder on my tension

I got black on top my lenses

I got straps inside that Bentley

You wan' play, I make you feel it

Come your way, make sure you get it

[PreChorus]

Bitch, I trap out like Griselda (Trap), hollows, I mail 'em

Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em

Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven

Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

[Chorus]

I gotta bring it

Any time and however you want it (Boom)

Late at night and I can't sleep

I'm staying up, I'm tossin', turnin' (Turnin')

That's them bodies from my temper creepin' on me

That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely (Hold up, hold up)

Bricks and bales

I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell (Oh, yeah)

I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL (Oh, yeah)

Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale (Don't need no)

Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell

[Verse 2]

Whip that bitch out and she lick it (Lick it)

Check how a **** be kickin' (Kickin')

I got cases pending, I got THC, it's liquid (Liquid)

If I point, them youngins hit it

I got bitches throwin' up Billy, Blood

I got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tub

Choppin' it

Run her a song, she follow that

Smoking strong, a pressure pack inside my bag, got big racks (Big racks)

She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don't sniff that (Sniff that)

'Cause bitch, I'ma kick you out, you know that we ain't with that (Nah)

I put that strap in her mouth, bitch

I thought I told you don't talk, bitch

I don't care 'bout what they talkin', fuck her best friend, bitch, I'm rich (Huh)

Fuck your man, man, ho, I'm lit (Huh)

Plus my whole clique full of pits (Oh, yeah)

I go put on Fendi pants

Thot, your dad can't drip like this (I know)

[PreChorus]

Bitch, I trap out like Griselda (Trap),, hollows, I mail 'em

Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em

Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven (Yeah)

Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

[Chorus]

I gotta bring it

Any time and however you want it

Late at night and I can't sleep

I'm staying up, I'm tossin', turnin'

That's them bodies from my temper creepin' on me (Creepin')

That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely (Hold up, hold up)

Bricks and bales

I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell

I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL

Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale

Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell

[Instrumental]

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[Instrumental]

D-Roc

Written by: Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

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