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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Peace Hardly [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dondre Moore
Dondre Moore
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Tahj Morgan
Tahj Morgan
Songwriter
Tobias Fagerstroem
Tobias Fagerstroem
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Dorflinger
Mark Dorflinger
Mixing Engineer
Humbledee
Humbledee
Producer
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Producer
Neeko
Neeko
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf- beat? Ah, nah, you ain't make that motherf- Oh Lord, Jesson made another one I'm that lil' n- not spendin' them M's I'm holdin' that sh-, like it's good, mmm I ain't hidin' my hand, they know what it is Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy Show no love, straight homicide 45 Glock ain't got no safe In the Nawf, we at war with the other side F- all you n-, I'm strapped with my burner I'm tryna see what it is Swerve in that Bentley, hop out on a corner Make my way to L.A. on a lear I see that your vision ain't looking too clear Them bodies get left in the fiеld And them diamonds get set on a bеzel And my mind stay set on a mill' All night standin' on that corner We on go, we see 'em I'ma fly her in when I wanna 'cause lil' shorty chill And that's all that matter, chit, no chatter And these h- get cut like pills Don't run your mouth 'bout nothin' You know that ain't real I can barely get peace hardly Lie like they all in I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be When it's war, ain't no stallin' All night we be stalkin' Let's see where they hidin' or where they be We slangin' that heat, die in the street Hundred, two hundred, three hundred Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more I'm really rich, I'ma spend sh- I'ma shoot the sh-, got plenty sticks One million, two million, three million Wanna be with a n-, h-, add some more Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't here with me 'Til you prove with me you ain't innocent Wrong side, we gon' ride that b- Tell shorty I say bring him right in the dead end F- if he alone, know how we get down Not sayin' nothin' wrong with some dead friends It's 187, we burnin' sh- down Murder right in the town, they movin' in She ain't right for my heart, so I'm movin' out I'ma clear this b- out if they mug again Now I'm back in this b-, gotta thug again Full of Xans, I be toppin' it with a ten Dirty straps in that car when I'm with Lil' Ben Catch another, I ain't thinkin' another sin Get it to 'em, no talkin', no Motorola He gon' bang for that gang, ain't no switchin' over Travel out for them things, just him and soldiers For that money, be less, better pray it's over I can barely get peace hardly Lie like they all in I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be When it's war, ain't no stallin' All night we be stalkin' Let's see where they hidin' or where they be We slangin' that heat, die in the street Hundred, two hundred, three hundred Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more I'm really rich, I'ma spend sh- I'ma shoot the sh-, got plenty sticks One million, two million, three million Wanna be with a n-, h-, add some more Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't here with me 'Til you prove with me you ain't innocent I'm that lil' n- not spendin' them M's I'm holdin' that sh-, like it's good, mmm I ain't hidin' my hand, they know what it is Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy Show no love, straight homicide 45 Glock ain't got no safe In the Nawf, we at war with the other side
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Tahj Morgan, Dondre Moore, Tobias Fagerstroem Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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