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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
演唱
作曲和作词
Alex Petit
词曲作者
Damion Williams
词曲作者
Kentrell Gaulden
词曲作者
Tevin Revell
词曲作者
Todd Pritchard
词曲作者
制作和工程
Todd Pritchard
制作人
Andrew Grossman
录音工程师
CashMoneyAp
制作人
DJ Swift
制作人
Drum Dummie
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歌词
(CashMoneyAP)
(DJ Swift on the track)
I'ma leave it with what I came here for, now what you sayin'?
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Smokin' drugs 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
Kick down yo' door, post up on yo' front porch, and we ain't leavin'
When my grandma died, I had to beat the odds and it weren't easy
When Boozilla died, I almost lost my mind, broke me to pieces
We was slangin' nines for Dump and all the rest, it ain't no secret
38 across my neck, we be them boys you don't want beef with
Smokin' drugs, smelly when I hit the door, 'cause I need it
I ain't the one, these pussy niggas know I be fiendin'
I bought the car with diamonds 'round my throat, bitch, I'm beamin'
I don't think them niggas can't see me
I be paranoid while I'm leanin'
Smokin' drugs 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
Kick down yo' door, post up on yo' front porch, and we ain't leavin'
I'ma leave it with what I came here for, now what you sayin'?
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Whole lot of racks on the VVs
I'm so slime, got a Glock when they greet me
Got a whole lot of people that need me
Bust yo' head all over the right thing
I ain't got nothin' but a dub and a Black Card inside of my Amiri jeans
I just want head, can't fuck in the bed
It's just some things don't excite me
Testin' yo' gun inside of the backyard, let it hit, get your aim up
My youngin' official, he wait in yo' backyard
And I call him to bang through
Wake up in the morning, get fresh as a bitch
I'ma walk into you in some Margielas
And the way we gon' dump at the boy with the stick
I'ma finish him off with a foner
I be thinkin' about Dump all over the time
This shit just don't feel right
I don't go to no club, I be takin' these drugs
Ridin' and keepin' that steel tight
Every night 'fore I sleep
I think 'bout the north side where I grew up, now hold tight
Player, I put you to sleep before you could see
Pull up where you be and it's on sight
I'ma leave it with what I came here for, now what you sayin'?
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Smokin' drugs 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
Kick down yo' door, post up on yo' front porch, and we ain't leavin'
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Damion Williams, Tevin Revell
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