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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Perspective [Official Audio]
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Вокал
MikeWavvs
MikeWavvs
Исполнитель
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jack LoMastro
Jack LoMastro
Автор песен
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Автор песен
Michael Washington
Michael Washington
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Tahj Morgan
Tahj Morgan
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Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
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Wallis Lane
Wallis Lane
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Инженер звукозаписи
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Продюсер
Jack LoMastro
Jack LoMastro
Продюсер
Wallis Lane
Wallis Lane
Продюсер
Cheese
Cheese
Продюсер
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Миксинг-инженер
Mike Wavvs
Mike Wavvs
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Слова

Uh Blow me a check, get up, get me another one Walk in the room and these bitches gon' choose Don't wear designer, I still make the news Carry that bag, wit' that cash, overload (I feel it) Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own (brrt, brrt) She can't hold it in, the smoke too strong Fucked up 'bout that, lettin' bro blow out her mind Put on AP, and I wear by the two Gossipin' bitch, she can't hold in the truth I hit 'em both from the back, by the two (by the two) I flew the bitch on a jet, wit' her crew I let 'em vacation, while cases I'm facin' (yeah) I live like a barbarian, my life is amazin' Made and broke bread wit' my nigga, I cut off the traces Pay the dough, fight the system No odds in the case, and I go (yeah, yeah) Identify me wit' murder detectives These silly lil' niggas, my bank account bigger Wit' the slime I was steppin', I shoot out the Chevy (bah) I be fresh as the fuck, wit' my cup full of medi' Tell 'em, "put up twenty million," I'm on it, I'm wit' it Just say, and I'll be on the way (yeah) Bitch think I'ma fall for her 'cause of her waist Play the wrong way, throw the drink at her face (ho, woah) Blow me a check, get up, get me another one Walk in the room and these bitches gon' choose (gon' choose) Don't wear designer, I still make the news (make the news) Carry that bag, wit' that cash, overload (overload) Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own (on my own) She can't hold it in, the smoke too strong (bah) Fucked up 'bout that, lettin' bro blow out her mind She don't want me, and I changed her perspective I think my neighbor linked up wit' detectives You know these niggas ain't shit, so be careful Know that your friend let me fuck if I test her Get in it, hit it, then blow out the fender Your ho, she got that good brain like professor Got her on drink, now she barely can think For to shake back, she think she can take Alka-Seltzer Don't stop it, I keep it goin' for the better Skeleton AP, I think that I'm Rich the Kid (skeleton AP) Fuck on nene and I think 'bout relapsin' Your highness, you know I'm controllin' the castle Count it up backwards, you know that I'm a factor Fucked her so hard, 'til she start havin' 'tractions Straight out her top, start poppin' them capsules Bought you the watch 'Cause this bitch here a master (rich as it get, man) Blow me a check, get up, get me another one Walk in the room and these bitches gon' choose (gon' choose) Don't wear designer, I still make the news Carry that bag, wit' that cash, overload Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own She can't hold it in, the smoke too strong Fucked up 'bout that, lettin' bro blow out her mind Big coupe (let's go), ridin' and you know them choppers in it too Tell them niggas that they better chill wit' that, "rah, rah" Voice deep when I speak, coated throat off the lean Clear the scene, let it sing, skully he gon' pop out (frrt) In it, let it hit it 'til you fall out (dum) Goyard phone case for my son (y'all niggas are nothin') Pretty lil' bitch and she look like milan I give her flight, send her back where she from Top, big coupe, ridin' and you know them choppers in it too Tell them niggas that they better chill wit' that, "rah, rah" Better chill wit' that, "rah, rah" You know these niggas dyin' Pretty lil' bitch and she look like Milan I give her flight, send her back where she from (yeah, huh) They know that I'm takin' it to another level Can't quit it, keep goin', just for the better Ain't quittin', I'm goin, just for the better (woah) Three hundred thousand dollar skeleton, plain Pretty lil' bitch and she look like Milan I give her flight, send her back where she from (tell her to wipe it)
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Jackson Lomastro, Tahj Morgan, Jason Goldberg, Michael Washington, Wallis Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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