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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Rich As Hell
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «Rich As Hell» вышел в 11 октября 2019 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Never Broke Again, LLC»)AI YoungBoy 2
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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17ondatrack
17ondatrack
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DRok
DRok
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DT
DT
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Jack Gibson
Jack Gibson
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Daniel Lebrun
Daniel Lebrun
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Dorien Theus
Dorien Theus
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Jack Gibson
Jack Gibson
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Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
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Sven Rafael Steenbergen
Sven Rafael Steenbergen
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
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17ondatrack
17ondatrack
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DRok
DRok
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DT
DT
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Jack Gibson
Jack Gibson
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[Intro]
17
[Instrumental]
D-Roc
[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossin', turnin'
That's them bodies from my temper creepin' on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely (Hold up, hold up)
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
[Verse 1]
Get it and bring it, I flip it
You know how I get it, I know some hard layers (Yeah)
I can speak that work and talk that work
I leave it scarred and pale (Yeah)
Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for real (Presser)
Give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real
Ballin', my **** haulin'
**** be talkin' and I catch 'em walkin'
I do this often, fuck it, I off 'em
Know that I got 'em, you know I'ma stalk 'em
Fuck his fam, I pick his coffin
Catch who bad? Bitch, I doubt it
I got youngins wanna off 'em
All this smoke, it got me coughin'
MACs-11, I be steppin', bitch, I'm reckless, I'm dumb
Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped
I got bro on top, ain't tell through a message, we come
We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb
Yeah, you talk that shit, I'm with it (With it, hmm)
Watch how quick I whip it
I go Shmurda with them glizzies
I got murder on my tension
I got black on top my lenses
I got straps inside that Bentley
You wan' play, I make you feel it
Come your way, make sure you get it
[PreChorus]
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda (Trap), hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion
[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it (Boom)
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossin', turnin' (Turnin')
That's them bodies from my temper creepin' on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely (Hold up, hold up)
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell (Oh, yeah)
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL (Oh, yeah)
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale (Don't need no)
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
[Verse 2]
Whip that bitch out and she lick it (Lick it)
Check how a **** be kickin' (Kickin')
I got cases pending, I got THC, it's liquid (Liquid)
If I point, them youngins hit it
I got bitches throwin' up Billy, Blood
I got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tub
Choppin' it
Run her a song, she follow that
Smoking strong, a pressure pack inside my bag, got big racks (Big racks)
She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don't sniff that (Sniff that)
'Cause bitch, I'ma kick you out, you know that we ain't with that (Nah)
I put that strap in her mouth, bitch
I thought I told you don't talk, bitch
I don't care 'bout what they talkin', fuck her best friend, bitch, I'm rich (Huh)
Fuck your man, man, ho, I'm lit (Huh)
Plus my whole clique full of pits (Oh, yeah)
I go put on Fendi pants
Thot, your dad can't drip like this (I know)
[PreChorus]
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda (Trap),, hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven (Yeah)
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion
[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossin', turnin'
That's them bodies from my temper creepin' on me (Creepin')
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely (Hold up, hold up)
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
[Instrumental]
17
[Instrumental]
D-Roc
Written by: Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

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