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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Lucas DiFabbio
Lucas DiFabbio
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Recording Engineer
Dunk Rock
Dunk Rock
Producer
Shaad K Rounds
Shaad K Rounds
Producer
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Tntxd
Tntxd
Producer

Lyrics

Balenciaga with my Guapi on (my Guapi on, on, yeah) I say, I pour mud in my styrofoam (inside my styrofoam, oh, oh) I been tryna say a prayer for grandma to come home (oh, oh, oh) Guess I'm living in an imaginary place I say, I guess I'm livin' like a villain up inside his last days Can't buy my grave spot by grandma, then put me on side Lil' Dave We done been so long with each other Built a home with each other, how the fuck do we get you? Hold on, you done seen me down and I bubble I'm a motherfuckin' hustler, you already know I been here I been tryna hide it from my child, this shit ain't right here I'm just stayin' right here I just make sure that my cup stay muddy I got that Essie on, I know you jockin' me I got black Prada on and some Givenchy jeans I spray that Draco 'round, bitch, you better not play with me I'm dangerous I know that you ain't easy to be tamed I just cuffed my cup, like, fuck that love, oh, oh I just cut her off, don't need that girl, oh, no, no more Pressed her on my wall, then gave her cheese like an NFT She wan' be my cameraman, fly out to come sit with me Big Maybach, bitch, let me breathe I'm feelin' special, I might fly her out to LA, yeah I got my weapon, it turn violent if you test me, yeah Can't tell Mrs. Natalie that I left a coroner of niggas dead, mm-hm-mm I can't lose myself, I can't lose my groove, oh I hit my knees, I need some help These niggas wan' put me on the news This my testimony, oh, I been tired of runnin' They ain't give me nothin', hand out like I owe them somethin' Oh, God, I'll break 'fore I starve Oh, God, die for all my loved ones We done been so long with each other Built a home with each other, how the fuck do we get you? Hold on, you done seen me down and I bubble I'm a motherfuckin' hustler, you already know I been here I been tryna hide it from my child, this shit ain't right here I'm just stayin' right here I just make sure that my cup stay muddy I got that Essie on, I know you jockin' me I got black Prada on and some Givenchy jeans I just cut her off, don't need that girl, oh, no, no more Pressed her on my wall, then gave her cheese like an NFT She wan' be my cameraman, fly out to come sit with me Big Maybach, bitch, let me breathe
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Thomas Horton, Jason Goldberg, Rashaad E Green, Lucas Difabbio Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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