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NBA YoungBoy - DentHead
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Beachley
Bryan Beachley
Songwriter
Daniel "DRoc" Lebrun
Daniel "DRoc" Lebrun
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Nathan Alemu
Nathan Alemu
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DRok
DRok
Producer
duhvinci
duhvinci
Producer
BeatsByTrain
BeatsByTrain
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

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Hol' on, hol' on Whoa, whoa, whoa Ah, uh, gang Baow (D-Roc) Let's do it Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Bitch, you better not step on top my motherfuckin' shoes, huh Let a bitch think they can play with Top, gon' make the news I brought my whole fuckin' crew They dumb, I'm tryna see what you gon' do (dumb shit) Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Murciélago steppin', my Giuseppes I bought blue I'm in here, who gon' stretch me? Know my five snuck his tool Soon as I point, know he gon' shoot, that's how he do, that be my dude Northsider proof, yeah, yeah Soon as we see him, we stop this bitch, hop out They hatin', they better stop that shit, can't stop, they know I'm hot now This money, got a lot of it, go tell 'em play that Top sound (play that Top sound) Shorty wan' fuck me, say she love me, know that I'm thuggin', I ain't goin' for nothin' I push the button, it turn out ugly, I say, "Fuck it, it's a murder scene" Doped up, and I'm screamin', "Free my cousin," gone off plenty lean Shorty wanna chill, but I can't right now I've been rollin' off them pills and I can't think right now Let a nigga play, he gon' get killed, I'm out the window hangin' out We bang it out, tryna knock 'em out, bitch, close your mouth, yeah This TEC connect, you hit the deck, they roll you out, yeah Know that we grimy than a motherfucker Fuck him, let his mama love him Ayy, five, we slimed the stupid motherfucker Tryna keep his head above water We plucked him, better learn how to swim or you in trouble (bitch, ha) Bitch, I know one thing, you better not motherfuckin' play with me Leave your brain on the side, you with your head bust up inside the streets All my niggas stand on business, I'll die for them, know they'll die for me Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Bitch, you better not step on top my motherfuckin' shoes, huh Let a bitch think they can play with Top, gon' make the news I brought my whole fuckin' crew They dumb, I'm tryna see what you gon' do Shorty wanna chill, but I can't right now I've been rollin' off them pills and I can't think right now Let a nigga play, he gon' get killed, I'm out the window hangin' out We bang it out, tryna knock 'em out, bitch, close your mouth, yeah
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Daniel Lebrun, Jason Goldberg, Bryan Beachley, Nathan Alemu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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