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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cooper Reed
Cooper Reed
Songwriter
Eustacio Bermudez
Eustacio Bermudez
Songwriter
Wyatt Jackson
Wyatt Jackson
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White IV
Michael Lamar White IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Icy Chill Out
Icy Chill Out
Producer
Stolen Cable
Stolen Cable
Producer
CheetoTheHero
CheetoTheHero
Producer

Tekst Utworu

You actin' like you hate me (hate me, yeah) Where is your love? (Love, yeah) You do too much complaining (complaining, yeah) Where is your trust? (Love, trust) Flyin' in a Wraith, yeah Pass by time through the day, yeah (skrrt) Blinded with hate, yeah I ain't got time for the chase, yeah Just me and my bae, yeah Wan' shop, get the racks out the safe, yeah We gon' party too late, yeah Do the dash in the whip on the jakes, yeah (skrrt) Ice tray, diamonds on froze, get a migraine Life on the edge, live it up on the high lane Me and Trippie Redd back to back on the same thing Late night, turnt in the club doing my thing Sip drank, get a cup, I'ma pour the whole thing Shawty playin' games, she don't wanna sell her soul, man Sayin' that she love me, but I'm knowing that she don't, man Playing back and forth, probably thinking that I'm dumb, man Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch, nigga, worry 'bout a check (Worry 'bout a bitch, nigga, worry 'bout a check) Nigga, VVS diamonds, lil' nigga, had to flex (Them VVS diamonds, young nigga had to flex) Nigga hoppin' out the 'Rari, then I'm hoppin' in the jet (Then I'm hoppin' out the 'Rari, then I'm hoppin' on the plane) Bad lil' bitch all on my dick, I want the neck, ayy She want the dick, I don't want sex, I want the neck, ayy (I want the neck) Me and YoungBoy tossing these hoes, we want the neck, ayy (and we want the neck) Whole full moon in the middle of the day I done jumped out my sleep, heard the phone go ring Back to back, we be flippin' these hoes on a train Keep a pole, we never be playin' no games (bah) Diamonds gon' shine, put an eight on my chain (yeah) I done ran up that money, stayed true to the gang Diamonds, they shining, that's all through the rain Through all the mud and through all the pain (yeah) Actin' like you hate me (hate me) Where is your love? (Where is your love? Yeah) You do too much complaining (too much complaining) Where is your trust? (Where is your trust? Yeah) Flyin' in a Wraith, yeah Pass by time through the day, yeah (skrrt) Blinded with hate, yeah I ain't got time for the chase, yeah Just me and my bae, yeah Wan' shop, get the racks out the safe, yeah We gon' party too late, yeah Do the dash in the whip on the jakes, yeah
Writer(s): Michael Lamar Ii White, Wyatt Sterling Jackson, Cooper James Reed, Eustacio Bermudez-paredones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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