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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - House Arrest Tingz [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Drum Dummie
Drum Dummie
Programming
Buckethead
Buckethead
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Tevin Revell
Tevin Revell
Songwriter
Brian Carroll
Brian Carroll
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Dorflinger
Mark Dorflinger
Mixing Engineer
Drum Dummie
Drum Dummie
Producer

Lyrics

Drum Dummie Drum Dummie made the beat and you know he killed it Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh? I ain't flashin', though I'm just coolin' right now It ain't nobody but me and Herm in the studio And I'm just bored And, I hope y'all was waitin' to hear from me So, I just recorded Real street nigga, I ain't tryna feel no sorrow Drive that Maybach like a fuckin' Monte Carlo I been tryna find some peace and only God know Cross me once, can't call my phone, you get the dial tone I been on fleek, I'm poppin' (I'm poppin') Not many 'round if you don't know, it helped my pockets (My pockets) And my bro, take that Draco and go wildin' (Blaw, blaw) Tryna grow up, don't come in contact with that violence Violins should be played, how I'm stylin' Comment "Where," she like, "What picture?" That ain't my bitch Tired of the Bayou, I want take it out to New York And live a high life like a nigga signed with Highbridge I flash out and take his head from off his body I never once showed you that side, but that's who I'm is Hidin' out, I let that 30 spit on College If I die right now, just check the stats and see how I did I'm a real street nigga, yeah I just pulled my retta out and Tried to stop a nigga (Where you goin'?) I just walked outside my house and Almost shot a nigga (Fuck is you doin'?) Fuck my ex, I hope my next can prolly top a nigga Take me to a place I can't imagine (Oh) Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (Oh) Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic Yeah, we knocked him off Nigga what? They gotta hand it I just took to foreign on the block and took the top off Talkin' out his top, I go by top, I get him knocked off See them youngins hoppin' out that Benz, that's some dropouts They was hatin', I knocked 'em out my lens, that ain't my fault I'm with Herm, I'm drinkin' on that Hen' like a papa Pure codeine, they drinkin' on that gin, I been goin' off Goin' off on all these hoes waitin' on me to fall I walk in court, dirty as the fuck with pee up in my draws Bitch, I'm drunker than the fuck, I need some Tylenol I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot at all of y'all (Blaw, blaw) I left therapy with K3 and I sped off Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off Been goin' crazy but I can't let my son see it all All this love got me damaged, I just want it gone If you my friend, let's get it in, bitch, take yo' panties off Take me to a place I can't imagine (Oh) Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (Oh) Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic Yeah, we knocked him off Nigga what? They gotta hand it
Writer(s): Brian Carroll, Kentrell Gaulden, Tevin Revell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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