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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Jay LV
Jay LV
Performer
Khris James XO
Khris James XO
Performer
WassupBans
WassupBans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Khris James
Khris James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Recording Engineer
Jay LV
Jay LV
Producer
Khris James XO
Khris James XO
Producer
MalikOTB
MalikOTB
Producer
WassupBans
WassupBans
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Khris James, what the fuck?) Mossberg pump even though my temper shorter Secrets get you deleted, get you placed with money orders There go Carter and they know that he a barber Somebody finna get robbed or shot, soul finna end up tardy Drive it how I bought it, this payed for, it ain't leased here I don't want these people think I'm too real Uh, knowin' that they see me, windows tinted, but it's too clear Make it out and then a nigga buy a new deal Quick to fake it, come and take it, lose your face if you buck Shake the place, you become faceless from the sound of a blaow! Even though you been through a lot of shit How it feel you did it still? I say that "I need another mill'" Yeah, talkin' 'bout a hunnid, then you talkin' 'bout tryna own somethin' I don't need no shorthand, my home broken, need a loan or somethin' Steady lookin' crooked like a nigga broke his nose or somethin' My team ain't feelin' that, they gon' leave with a broken nose or somethin' Been in situations gotta think like a boss, sit back Other than that, when it go down I take a step, let some off, you get back I know my nigga fuckin' with me, but he still ain't hit me back Lil' shorty wasn't really fuckin' with me, slime told me she was trash Red beam, I notice on my interests, back pocket, green flag She ain't no ho, but she need cash, what that mean? Leggo I ain't really into school, mama gettin' on my ass Skippin', I be in the streets, it's a more beneficial class Five hundred thousand on a ring, this real expensive glass Youngin duckin' from the task, white bitch, and she fuck with glass Lost thoughts inside the feds, child sittin' in the parish Wishin' for a family I never had, where I go from that? Drive it how I bought it, this payed for, it ain't leased here I don't want these people to think I'm too real Uh, knowin' that they see me, windows tinted, but it's too clear Make it out and then a nigga buy a new deal
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Junior Sinchi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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