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NBA Youngboy - It Could Go
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eeti Jedi Justus Erätuli
Eeti Jedi Justus Erätuli
Songwriter
Leonardo Mateus
Leonardo Mateus
Songwriter
Vincent Desrosiers
Vincent Desrosiers
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Desro
Desro
Producer
Evertime
Evertime
Producer
WassupBans
WassupBans
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Hey yo Bans, what you cooking?) Woo, la-la-la, hmm-hmm La-la-la I ain't no 2Pac of this generation, I'm AI YoungBoy You try to get ahead of this generation, you'll get a run for it Got a lot of risks inside my situation, but I was born for it I'll take the breath pipe from a nigga, he try to find a hoe card Mama please, let me wipe the tears off top of your eye I look deep and I could see myself dyin' I wonder why I took the Z's For me to wear a glove with this Glock (that I pay his round) My mistakes as a child, success will come Fell before I come, and ain't nobody try to lift me up Check dude off the line, he hit my mind, he tried to stick me up Tell you more two times, they slung that iron, and tried to bend me up Pussy bitch keep tryin' and still ain't rich as us La-la-la This shit ain't the same no more La-la-la Go to poppin', bitch hit the floor La-la-la Can you take away this pain, oh Lord? La-la-la Ain't no switchin' up anyway, it could go From the Grammy shake to the Yo From my grandma house to the hospital Don't talk that gangster shit to me, you ain't never shot niggas I'm a real top peeler and I'm known around The world as Top nigga (lil' bro a block burner) Spray from the top hoe with the whole nine, nigga Treat my like a dog, I changed the life Can't even fuck to make it right And you so different, now you wishin' I know more, ain't like my type Fuck the industry, lose the hype I'm a user, fuck with drug dealers Real connected, use my city for the plug niggas (believe me) When you 'round me, don't type poor me, you surround white boys Green flaggin' 'round, that's a die hard, they'll take your life for it Thirty grand for the kidnap, that boy, you got it my boy I'ma take care for dangerous people, I supply the knife toys Create the night noise You barely know me (la-la-la) But I open all myself to you You said you love me You said demon fire, demons eyes These days, I been scared of thuggin'
Writer(s): Eeti Jedi Justus Eratuli, Vincent Desrosiers, Jason Michael Goldberg, Kentrell Gualden, Mateus Leonardo Soares Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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