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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Ten Talk [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Russell
Brandon Russell
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BJ Beatz
BJ Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, hello? (Who is this?) I just got off the phone with DDawg (not gon' say) Ayy, you keep stuck up in your ways, you gon' fall, slime (Goddamn, BJ with another one) Man, I know that shit, nigga Yeah, don't know, ayy, but look, though I ran up that money so motherfuckin' high, ayy I swear to God I could stop rappin' now, nigga I wouldn't give a fuck 'bout what you think, bitch I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home Fresh up out a cell block, can fill up an arena I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ign'ant shit Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it Motherfuck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich (bitch, I'm rich) And I'm so caught up in my ways, I tint out all that shit Order 750 from the bank, and they say, "Goddamn" I ain't gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin', seem like I spam So many plaques around this bitch, fuck who don't like what I'm sayin' Swervin' in that Lam' with the gang, we all tool totin' (tool totin') You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin' (tools blowin') Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul, but my bro stole it (man, he stole it) Swipe too much, interior rig, I think my car totaled (car totaled) Yeah, fuck your lingo, how you bomin', nigga? (Yeah, yeah) I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin', nigga Probably got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga Better have your stick out, release six off when you turnin', nigga, uh, mmh How you get them cars and all that jewelry? Nigga, I don't know How you spent that money and still got millions? Nigga, I don't know How I got all them bitches and don't want one? Nigga, I don't know Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow (Ayy, why you been on some stupid shit with everybody, YoungBoy?) Nigga, I don't know (Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain't shit?) Nigga, I don't know (Ayy, I really do know, but I really don't know, but look here) Nigga, I don't know (Ayy, just roll a blunt up and light the strong, nigga, bah) Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow Bitch, stop all that hatin', just come say somethin', what you on, foe? Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my styrofoam, red dope I'm full of pills, in my Bentley, who that is? Your ho Why them bitches don't wan' nominate Lil Top? I don't wan' know I'm from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I'm blessed for This shit around my wrist'll get you popped or get you stepped on (get you popped, bitch) But on the other end, I don't get nothin' less than one-fifty a show How you get them cars and all that jewelry? Nigga, I don't know How you spent that money and still got millions? Nigga, I don't know How I got all them bitches and don't want one? Nigga, I don't know Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home Fresh up out a cell block, can fill up an arena I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown Savage nigga, I don't know Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don't know Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don't know Who I'm fuckin' with, that's your ho
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Brandon Russell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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