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INTERPRÉTATION
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Chant
BJondatrakk
BJondatrakk
Programmation
Cheese
Cheese
Programmation
DRok
DRok
Programmation
Xclusive
Xclusive
Programmation
duhvinci
duhvinci
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
BJondatrakk
BJondatrakk
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Lebrun
Daniel Lebrun
Paroles/Composition
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Paroles/Composition
Nathan Alemu
Nathan Alemu
Paroles/Composition
Traevon Walker
Traevon Walker
Paroles/Composition
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
BJondatrakk
BJondatrakk
Production
DRok
DRok
Production
duhvinci
duhvinci
Production
Xclusive
Xclusive
Production
Cheese
Cheese
Production
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Xclusive made this D-Roc Uh-uh, ayy, this YoungBoy, nigga, what it is? Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh How you been feelin' out there, nigga, how you been doin'? Mm-mm You got yo steel? Mm, mm, oh-oh, no Ayy, keep your head up, five I don't know what the fuck would make them niggas try to play us Or wanna hate us That be that doped up shit that get your motherfuckin' head bust Ridin' with my dude, he servin' food, and he just fed somethin' Don't be confused, we grab them tools, and then go get somethin' These pussy niggas scared of that dark side and that's where I roll at And bitch, you know that Keep a .22 tucked where my toe at New school, I was tryna blow that Go make a diss, yo' fuckin' ho ass I can't wait to leave you dead with a fuckin' toe tag, bitch Send a blitz, say they gon' get at me Oh, I live on the wrong side of options We be zippin' shit, know I be at war That's 'cause we just sent like thirty through they car door Got his mask on, fah, fah, fah That's a 4KTrey baby Walk up on 'em, lay shit down That's them 4KTrey babies Keep his flag, you know he bangin' green 4KTrey baby Nawfside, concentration, 38, lil' slime crazy Knock up on they door and talk Jamaican (what they said?) They don't need no AC, but I think that's where he stay Wait 'til he come home, give him a hot bed (oh-oh) We gon' be blammin' at his shit 'til we pop his head (oh-oh) Can't get my daddy off that cocaine Can't get my nigga off them pills Watch your back, 'cause this shit real You can't stand up to that steel Fuck these hoes, just get your dough And keep a chopper where you live We recruited some more soldiers We won't die up in the field Shoot the FN where that pussy nigga hat at, huh I got big straps and big gats And K2, that dope pack Know I gotta pour the drank up, where that four at? Got them young niggas roll with me, and everyone be on that Send a blitz, say they gon' get at me Oh, I live on the wrong side of options We be zippin' shit, know I be at war That's 'cause we just sent like thirty through they car door Got his mask on, fah, fah, fah That's a 4KTrey baby Walk up on 'em, lay shit down That's them 4KTrey babies Keep his flag, you know he bangin' green 4KTrey baby Nawfside, concentration, 38, lil' slime crazy
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Daniel Lebrun, Jason Goldberg, Traevon Walker, Nathan Alemu, Bornot Lebrun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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