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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Janecek
Adam Janecek
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Konstantinos Latos
Konstantinos Latos
Songwriter
Thomas Therrien
Thomas Therrien
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DaySix
DaySix
Producer
BIKO
BIKO
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
TWTbeats
TWTbeats
Producer

Lyrics

Bow-wow Yeah-yeah Top, top Uh, uh It's a parade inside my city, yeah, ass shakin', givin' head Ain't no county product of the feds Flag green, the cutters red Now watch, I cut him like Sherhonda, yeah I'm in this bitch, who want me dead? Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah Nah bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up Got that iron in here Yeah, I got it right by my belt Them niggas plan on poppin' him They know that he don't like them This is a story all about how A pistol totin' kid named YoungBoy grew up in the Nawf Whole life in war, he got some money then he moved to Utah But still ain't stop from the top the mountain, he skippin', knockin' shit out Bitch, still with the clique and you know for shit, we don't switch I put this ho' inside the trench, you try to diss Big Dump bitch, yeah Four Loko with some Hennessy on drunk shit Spray the whole crowd, I'm usin' my aim so don't try me, I assist Perc' 30, bro brought Roxies Bought all the dirty Roxies My shoulder weak, the stock in Got your bitch, don't know where I been Pray that my city cleanin' murder cases City players, outside prayin' Hold up, think I see the pill man, I'm finna run off Xans Uh, you know I like to dance Stopped and watch me give it, yeah Shawty, yeah, this lil' bitch said, she wanna have my extra leg Hollow tips stuffed in the head Cock it, pop this bitch, no stoppin' I'm locked in, I count Ms, I spend about a thousand, yeah Uh, uh It's a parade inside my city, yeah, ass shakin', givin' head Ain't no county product of the feds Flag green, the cutters red Now watch, I cut him like Sherhonda, yeah I'm in this bitch, who want me dead? Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah Nah bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up Got that iron in hand Yeah, I got it right by my belt Them niggas plan on poppin' him They know that he don't like them You don't wan' fuck with me, Slimeball so, call the cops Girl, your plates off UC, we'll bang it out at the county call Ten got three hoes, and bottom back from Valero And FaceTime me on my phone And let me watch while you take 'em down Uh, yeah, you know I need a rachet bitch that be on rachet shit With saggy tits Fuck baggin' bitches, I don't need them ones I don't give one fuck, I'm thuggin' I love them hoes from out that north Know them hoes out that north, they love me dollar Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm (get down) Nigga tried to bust Tried to get my shake back, know I'm rachet Tried to get my shake back by my cousin, nigga Huh, the fuck you mean? Double cup muddy, movin', slash Saw me on Plank Road, me and buster in the Cutlass, nigga Uh, uh It's a parade inside my city, yeah, ass shakin', givin' head Ain't no county product of the feds Flag green, the cutters red Now watch, I cut him like Sherhonda, yeah I'm in this bitch, who want me dead? Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah Nah bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up Got that iron in here Yeah, I got it right by my belt Them niggas plan on poppin' him They know that he don't like them
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Jason Goldberg, Adam Janacek, Thomas Therrien, Konstantinos Latos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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