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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Henri Velasco
Paroles/Composition
Jon Millie
Paroles/Composition
Joseph Nguyen
Paroles/Composition
Kentrell Gaulden
Paroles/Composition
Samuel Jimenez
Paroles/Composition
Jason Goldberg
Paroles/Composition
Joshua Parker
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jon Millie
Production
Figurez
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OG Parker
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Prod by Hoops
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Smash David
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Jason Goldberg
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Yo' body, yo' smile, it be everything
I should make you everything
I should buy a wedding ring, 'fore my time go out
You should bet on me
Eyes, keep 'em set on me (yeah)
You choose, you- you- (ooh)
Don't decide on me, you can count on me (yeaah)
'Round I go
Havin' you make me feel like I won a Super Bowl
('cause you super)
Sup- sup- super
That's exactly what I told 'er
Shawty been standin' on business like a soldier
Gotta fight through it all and she still ain't foldin'
They ain't gimme my credit, but she always knows
She can get it all back every time I'm out rollin'
So many niggas she coulda had, but I was chosen
My last did me dirty
Left me stuck with my 30
Fell in love with this fashion, spend a check in a hur-ry
They like when I'm hur-ting
They don't love me, no worries
They don't deserve me (nah nah)
Help me change, don't you curve me
Yo' body, yo' smile, it be everything
I should make you everything
I should buy a wedding ring, 'fore my time go out
You should bet on me
Eyes, keep 'em set on me (yeah)
You choose, you- you- (ooh)
Don't decide on me, you can count on me (yeaah)
'Round I go (round I go)
Havin' you make me feel like I won a Super Bowl
('cause you super)
Super, super, super (super)
And you know I blow a check
Put up on ya' arm, new Patek
Solitary diamonds layin' 'round yo' neck
Flex, bae, ain't gon' do 'em like that
That girl think she that 'cause a new Corvette
Bet, we gon' get the Rolls on they ass
Layin' in the console, whole lotta cash (yeah)
Told me not to smoke in the Jag'
They don't wanna hear me on a song when I'm sad
(No) they don't wanna see me when I'm speakin' how you bad
They don't (no) wanna hear a nigga gettin' money with ya' dad
They don't even wanna probably see me out of jail
Missin' every moment, you'll trip while you here
Stuck 'round like she came back from the dead
Still love a nigga while another girl here
My last did me dirty
Left me stuck with my 30
Fell in love with this fashion, spend a check in a hur-ry
They like when I'm hur-ting
They don't love me, no worries
They don't deserve me
Help me change, don't you curve me
Yo' body, yo' smile, it be everything
I should make you everything
I should buy a wedding ring, 'fore my time go out
You should bet on me
Eyes, keep 'em set on me (yeah)
You choose, you- you- (ooh)
Don't decide on me, you can count on me (yeaah)
'Round I go
Havin' you make me feel like I won a Super Bowl (I won)
(Can we just get married?)
(Yeah)
(I don't like to be played with)
(Me either)
Writer(s): Joshua Parker, Samuel David Jimenez, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Joseph Nguyen, Henri Velasco, Jason Goldberg, Jon Millie
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