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A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - B.R.O. (Better Ride Out) (feat. Roddy Ricch) [Official Audio]
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Shaun Thomas
Shaun Thomas
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Producer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
S.Dot
S.Dot
Producer
Matik.Am
Matik.Am
Mixing Engineer

Letra

Said, I ain't got no friends, all my niggas blood to me Spillin' in your ear, yeah, that's blood money Hey, you niggas fuckin' up my vibe (yeah) I'm gettin' money, yeah, I'm fine If I call you bro', you better ride out Just tell me what's the word and we gon' slide on guys Me and broski poppin' .30s, no sleep Don't approach me if you ain't got no love for me I ain't got no friends, all my niggas like blood to me Treat my whole gang just like blood brothers If I call you my brother, then we gon' ride I love you forever, nigga, my guy for life You know it's whatever if you fight, I fight Tell mе what's the word and we gon' slide on guys Mе and broski sippin' on Codeine Don't approach if you ain't got no love for me I ain't got no friends, all my niggas like blood to me I'm DTB forever, bitches know me (know me, bitches know) 700 thousand, a Phantom on a random Buy the bitch a Birkin every time she throw a tantrum My accountant on speed dial, I told him, "Make the transfer" Ain't got questions on 'cause I walk with all the answers I pull up million dollar car (blu, blu, blu) I know some Bloods that are slime (woo, woo, woo) Blueberry seats, perfect time (woo, woo, woo) The projects always showin' love for me, yeah Whenever I'm in New York, me and Boogie like cousins Gotta fire up a jet and take a trip out to London (woo) My diamonds always hittin' me, in Eliantte always up to somethin' Diamonds on baguettes, girl, just tell me if I'm heavy I came from the bottom, I came straight out of poverty I had to look around to see who's with me and not with me Tryna go and stack these billions on the long road If I tell you, "I love you", that ain't a lie Until I make a couple million, I can't go home They want a championship, so I bought the two-tone (woo) Bentley color, see 'em ridin' with the roof gone Killed my vibe I'm gettin' money, yeah, I'm fine If I call you bro', you better ride out Just tell me what's the word and we gon' slide, slide, slide Just me and broski sippin' on this codeine Don't approach if you ain't got no love for me I ain't got no friends, all my niggas like blood to me Treat my whole gang just like blood brothers If I call you my brother, then we gon' ride I love you forever, nigga, my guy for life You know it's whatever if you fight, I fight Tell me what's the word and we gon' slide on guys Just me and my broski, poppin' thirties, no sleep Don't approach if you ain't got no love for me I ain't got no friends, all my niggas like blood to me Whole damn gang, treat 'em like blood brothers
Writer(s): Artist Julius Dubose, Rodrick Moore Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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