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Bruised Up
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Jacob Canady
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
Dominique A Jones
Dominique A Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pierre "P" Thomas
Pierre "P" Thomas
Producer
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Producer
M. "Twan" Traylor
M. "Twan" Traylor
Producer
James Harden
James Harden
Producer
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Producer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nick Rice
Nick Rice
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Mixing Engineer
Justin Gibson
Justin Gibson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

गाने

Oh, no Oh, no, no I like to sing my pain away (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) They left me bruised up, they tried to leave me used up I was confused 'cause the ones I love ain't prove much I did everything, they lied, say I ain't do much And they ain't call me to plead they case, and it'd been two months Posting guns on your page, that put us all in danger But they say I'm one of the leaders 'cause I'm the one that's famous Some niggas don't come around unless it's entertainment When it's time to kill for real, them niggas gon' keep complaining Ain't no cars, ain't no guns, ain't no fun What I'ma do if I get locked up? (Locked up) Ain't no bonds, ain't no bonds, ain't no bonds What I'ma do if I get locked up? (Locked up) I ain't never committed no crimes, somebody lied I'm on the case with niggas I love, but two of 'em died And it irk my nerves, he talking about murders, he ain't even slide When bro'nem died, I said I was tired, I lied, I cried (on my mama) Just got a check for 30 million cash, and I'm goin' sign Everybody around me goin' kill someone They gotta walk around with a mask (woah, woah) Every time you slide, nigga, that shit better make the news or something Young niggas better stay inside they lane, better go to school or something Piss me off, I'm putting up three hundred cash, that shit like voodoo numbers I done got so high off this batch of weed, it feel like Tooka coming I can't backdoor none of my dawgs 'cause I'm too one hundred You can front a nigga a thousand pounds, I can prove the money (yeah) They left me bruised up, they tried to leave me used up I was confused 'cause the ones I love ain't prove much I did everything, they lied, say I ain't do much And they ain't call me to plead they case, and it'd been two months Posting guns on your page, that put us all in danger But they say I'm one of the leaders 'cause I'm the one that's famous Some niggas don't come around unless it's entertainment When it's time to kill for real, them niggas gon' keep complaining Ain't no cars, ain't no guns, ain't no fun What I'ma do if I get locked up? (Locked up) Ain't no bonds, ain't no bonds, ain't no bonds What I'ma do if I get locked up? (Locked up) They don't tell you about the other part, taking showers with your boxers on If you ever go to prison, buy a knife before you buy a phone Got caught up in the system Ain't have life, but he ain't make it home That's crazy, got killed in the place that was 'posed to save him I'm grateful that I got the paper to pay the lawyers, brodie waiting These niggas flawed, and I see the hate in they faces I bet they'll be all happier if we could stop and trade places, but nah, nigga Ain't a competition with no one, I'm tryna ball with you I don't care if you richer, what's the tab? I got half, I'ma pay for me and brodie'nem And a lot of y'all rappers should've been on Nickelodeon Acting ass niggas, don't come close to him, yeah They left me bruised up, they tried to leave me used up I was confused 'cause the ones I love ain't prove much I did everything, they lied, say I ain't do much And they ain't call me to plead they case, and it'd been two months Posting guns on your page, that put us all in danger But they say I'm one of the leaders 'cause I'm the one that's famous Some niggas don't come around unless it's entertainment When it's time to kill for real, them niggas gon' keep complaining Ain't no cars, ain't no guns, ain't no fun What I'ma do if I get locked up? (Locked up) Ain't no bonds, ain't no bonds, ain't no bonds What I'ma do if I get locked up? (Locked up)
Writer(s): Durk D. Banks, Dominique Jones, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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