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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Footstep [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Dubba-AA
Dubba-AA
Programming
Louie Bandz
Louie Bandz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Lockhart
Aaron Lockhart
Songwriter
Dennis Neal
Dennis Neal
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dubba-AA
Dubba-AA
Producer
Louie Bandz
Louie Bandz
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Marcus "Hardhead" Richard
Marcus "Hardhead" Richard
Engineer

Testi

(Dubba-AA flex) (Louie Bandz made another one) I feel, I feel like a different person (This is the sound) I ain't been recording, but I'm still going crazy Leaning got me lazy, but I'm still on ape-shit I turn up soon as I wake up, I say, "Amen", with my baby Not racist, my new ho come from coast-to-coast, Iranian Draco come from Pakistan, fuck that charge, say, "Sell that Xan'" We gon' ride down slow and blow that man, beep Bs on me, that's Taliban She just want a footstep (okay), shoot it soon they come right in She just wanna sleep here, I just wan' beat her back in I'm dressed down in Chrome hearts, I'ma rock out soon as my song start These hoes be loving me, probably buy that bitch a gold heart Top say, "If he go that way, we gon' stretch that boy" Hol' on, swing that Drac', aim straight at his face, we gon' take that card I ain't been recording, but I'm still going crazy Leaning got me lazy, but I'm still on ape-shit I turn up soon as I wake up, I say "Amen" with my baby Not racist, my new ho come from coast-to-coast, Iranian Got my flag on me Money on my head, so I be walking with my gat on me Just like WWE, I all walk 'round with that masterpiece Load up, we gon' clear that street, we leave shit dead, that's on Big B Mama, I'm gon' leave these niggas dead as long as they in reach New chopshop, Stolos right on my block Youngboy leave out handkerchief, blood get spilled for fucking cops Now come inside, they want you to run into top Spin the benz for to get the kill, fifty-round, that's that fucking mop Let thirteen up out that chop, stretch 'em that don't fuck up my heat They get set aside, blow that shit ain't got no knowledge (boom, boom) Top back in New York, hoodie on just like I'm Highbridge Up that blick and I spark, send that boy life with some mileage I ain't been recording, but I'm still going crazy Leaning got me lazy, but I'm still on ape-shit I turn up soon as I wake up, I say, "Amen", with my baby Not racist, my new ho come from coast-to-coast, Iranian (She just want a footstep) (Shoot it soon they come right in) (She just wanna sleep here) (I just wan' beat her back in) (New chopshop, Stolos right on my block)
Writer(s): Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Aaron David Lockhart Jr., Dennis Darrell Neal Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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