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Another Dead
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Another Dead adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Never Broke Again/Motown Records tarafından 21 Nisan 2023 tarihinde yayınlandıDon't Try This At Home
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Çıkış Tarihi21 Nisan 2023
FirmaNever Broke Again/Motown Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM83

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maurice "Ke'Noe" Jordan
Maurice "Ke'Noe" Jordan
Songwriter
Kentrell Desean Gaulden
Kentrell Desean Gaulden
Songwriter
Seth Love
Seth Love
Songwriter
Khris James
Khris James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Recording Engineer
Khris James XO
Khris James XO
Producer
Skeeo!
Skeeo!
Producer
Maurice "Ke'Noe" Jordan
Maurice "Ke'Noe" Jordan
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

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Skeeo, you crazy
This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'
On the phone with Ten, I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'
He did half of ten, but still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'
But how to hold his own, up long nights and wait around for nobody
Them **** stepped on your partner, that's your body
And I be totin' dirty cutters, same yard grandpa told me don't go out it
Go to jail, here come the news, they make a show 'bout it
How it gettin'? Dirty than a motherfucker
Better stay up out my way, ****
Bitch, you better have a banger, see that gang, ****
Aston Martin lane switching
Too turnt up for lame bitches
Kill a bitch the main mission
They act the same, I came different
Old school, call it big four-wheeler
On my side, I keep a Glock to pop at those ****
His **** still poppin' dots and he got M&Ms
Riding stolo, this bitch hot and filled with dirty steel
Somebody might get murdered still
Bitch, you know that I got plenty money still
Youngins ready for the kill
38, I run it still
Said fuck 'em and I mean it still
Lil' shorty wanna fuck for real
They wanna put up my career
My vision see one hundred mill', I'm on it still
This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'
On the phone with Ten, I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'
He did half of ten, but still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'
Three hundred thousand dollar car, I'm in this bitch like an '06 Honda
I ain't showing up for nobody, even probably not your uncle
Real stepper, I'm a rebel, I'm a fucking man of honor
I smoke dope and keep my shovel, I'm the gravediggin' founder
Split his hat, I'm on that, stop, let me out around the corner
Run down and blow, I swing it on 'em
Back to the car, I hope I down somethin'
Seen his pic, look like a drop, I think I found somethin', oh, man
Say, lil' **** from the net was talking dumb, ain't gon' have no brain
Too much money, go insane, but know that I still ball or drill
Been stacking bills, this shit too real, come on, come on
I be true for real, she don't pop pills, she want no strong
Lil' brother pulled a chase off, he still home
Hold on
This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'
On the phone with Ten, I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'
He did half of ten, but still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'
Written by: Kentrell Gaulden, Khris James, Maurice "Ke'Noe" Jordan, Seth Love
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