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NBA Youngboy - Smoke One
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aman Nikhanj
Aman Nikhanj
Songwriter
Anthony Kailen Martinez
Anthony Kailen Martinez
Songwriter
Benjamin Ibrahimovic
Benjamin Ibrahimovic
Songwriter
David Kim
David Kim
Songwriter
Jason Michael Goldberg
Jason Michael Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amart
Amart
Producer
luhkim
luhkim
Producer
saucey beats
saucey beats
Producer
Yo Benji
Yo Benji
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Smoke one for every time that they fold on me Fuck these niggas 'cause I know that they ain't on nothin' Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones they rode for Fuck 'em all, 'cause I don't owe nothin', yeah Know I got you if you hold it down Forever with 'em, know that's my round If they stands up, then it's goin' down Know I'm chasin' money, I ain't sittin' 'round Ridin' in the car, hundred-some 'rounds Keepin' my guard, watchin' my thoughts No music on, I don't hear a sound Know my mother think really highly of me Probably why your bitch wanna fuck me Probably why your nigga wanna touch me But you know it'll turn out ugly (Ooh) Frank Sinatra with John Gotti in a Maybach This just me and my engineer, hope it don't go down, 'cause Lord know I don't want him 'round that Face expression get you bust-up, better watch who you frown at I ain't in the mood, they know I'm fucked up, say I'm good, but it turned bad It turned spar, bust your head, send you to God Eyes on just me and my bars, we playing chess, we dreamin' hard We dreamin' large 'bout the money out there Know it's a beef for me and beef for you, my nigga He like, "They beef with you, then they beef with me, my nigga" Then I had to tell him, "It don't get no realer, nigga" He facin' over forty-somethin' years, that's my system, nigga I'm with you, nigga Smoke one for every time that they fold on me Fuck these niggas 'cause I know that they ain't on nothin' Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones they rode for Fuck 'em all, 'cause I don't owe nothin', yeah Bitch is shakin' for me, she must thinkin' that I want somethin' Know she trippin' bad, it's for a fact, and, no, I'm not on nothin' Sliding in that Maybach, know I'm plottin' on somethin' Twenty million up, don't give a fuck, they like I'm on somethin' Youngboy, you know I bust at somethin', blitz 'em, know I'm rushin' somethin' Pull up with my top down in a Cutlass, it ain't even summer Know these bullets hot as hell, it's gon' be a cold summer I was 'posed to marry her, got me thinkin' that I'm wrong or somethin' It's just me and Nick, nigga, New York like a Knick, nigga These pussies know I zip niggas, still ain't made it out, but rich nigga Tell these niggas "Hold up, watch me burn six figures" Like, bro, you know you ain't fuckin' with me and my clique's sicker Smoke one for every time that they fold on me Fuck these niggas 'cause I know that they know nothin' Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones they rode for Fuck 'em all, 'cause I don't owe nothin', yeah Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (On they top, nigga) Roll one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Put 'em on they top) Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Send 'em on they top) Revenge, gon' spin somethin', I'm gone Tryna make sure that I win, need plenty ways to make it I really feel these niggas faking, they gotta kill me if they wanna take these Niggas wanna take my placement, I'm too trill, you ain't too real Real grave digger, I'm NBA, north side, 38 for real Know from fake, nigga, niggas know I ain't playin' with all these fake niggas Nigga know these dog hoes ain't got no safe, nigga, wanna eat your plate, nigga It is what it is, fuck how you feel, see how he feel when this K hit him Nigga claimin' that they hardbody, they break soon as that Drac' hit 'em Yeah, stand on they block, we had that hard all night Soon as I'm feelin' down, I stop and talk to God on sight Like, "Why these bitches changin' on me like my heart ain't right?" They know I'm real and niggas still wanna take my life Gotta do it right and raise my sons, I'm like Youngboy on mine Trust inside my flag and in my gang, rag and rod, I hold it tight Gotta tuck 'em in, if I die tonight Bitch, I'm up as long as you believe I'm right here on your side Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (On they top, nigga) Roll one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Put 'em on they top) Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Send 'em on they top) Revenge, gon' spin somethin', I'm gone Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (On they top, nigga) Roll one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Put 'em on they top) Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Send 'em on they top) Revenge, gon' spin somethin', I'm gone
Writer(s): Jason Goldberg, Aman Nikhanj, Benjamin Ibrahimovic, Kentrell Gaulden, Anthony Martinez, David Kim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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