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DaBaby & NBA YoungBoy - Little to A Lot [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
David McDowell
David McDowell
Songwriter
Ethan Hayes
Ethan Hayes
Songwriter
Nathan Lamarche
Nathan Lamarche
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tntxd
Tntxd
Producer
Dmac
Dmac
Producer
Haze
Haze
Producer
Nash
Nash
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Pipe that shit up, TnT) people think I'm crazy, say my mind gone (Dmac on the fuckin' track) 'cause I can't leave the house without my fye Fuck what people think, yeah, yeah Oh, people think I'm crazy, say my mind gone 'Cause I can't leave the house without my fire It's gon' take 'em years to see what I'm on And all my kids still rich the day I die Came from a little to a lot, all this money We done ran up, ran up, ran up (nah, for real) Mama say, "You bet' not let these niggas trick you out your spot It's time to man up, man up, man up" (we keep it real) I'm slippin', fallin', I know (fuckеd up) I spend all my time and all my life tryna makе sure we on Nah, for sho', go These niggas be lazy as hell, I was hustling out the door I put the whole family on my back Nigga ain't going out like no ho When I walk in and out the house, I'm strapped Anything feel the wrong way, I'ma blow Any time, nigga better watch how he act If you gon' act any way, act like you know, nigga Feel like I been through this shit here a million times When I came up, they ain't show no love Ain't never asked for no vouchers That's why them pussy ass niggas be poutin' And not for attention, as soon as I come in the room And ain't no one said it out loud Say, "How you you feeling? Why you keep holding it in you? How can I get it up out you?" I'm fuckin' on three different freaks (like three) Missing my big brother G You wanna numb me some drinks for him And my daddy in heaven get mixed up with me You can listen to them ho-ass niggas all you want to You ain't gotta listen to me Last nigga to play it got lit like a tree And it ain't it even Christmas, nigga Came from a little to a lot, all this money We done ran up, ran up, ran up Mama say, "You bet' not let these niggas trick you out your spot It's time to man up, man up, man up" I'm slippin', fallin', I know I spend all my time and all my life tryna makе sure we on You know I been doing this shit for us, nigga, you know from the door From the start, nigga If this shit about me, I done been straight, nigga I done been kicked back, nigga I'm sittin' with all these M's, all this motherfucking fake-ass love All this fake ass fame and shit And I'm still livin' like I don't give a fuck I know niggas out here who ain't doing shit for their self They think they supposed to be livin' the way I don't even really wanna live Burglaries, robberies I can't find the time I need inside my dreams I done seen my brother bleedin' on side of me Oh Lord, please don't let them murder me Cocaine, Bentley, GT Came up off the streets, can't find no peace, where do I go? Momma got a brand-new home, I done moved grandpa from out the Nawf When niggas 'round, I don't like to talk, only thing I know is take 'em off My shameless scars, can't take it off, 30 mil', stay in a regular house I ain't want be how I apologize instead of sayin', "I'm sorry" First child that I supposed to have, got excited, I named her, "Ari" I been hustling for my family, reaper on me, can't get him off me Hurt inside they made me act this way, but them people still gon' still fault me From the streets and that's what taught me I been dealing with my pain on top my brain for a fake love scene Told my engineer my girl don't bring her thing, but convulsing Half a million on a diamond ring but more what your love cost me You should know what all this bring Came from a little to a lot, all this money We done ran up, ran up, ran up Mama say, "You bet' not let these niggas trick you out your spot It's time to man up, man up, man up" I'm slippin', fallin', I know I spend all my time and all my life tryna makе sure we on Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, yeah Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, yeah
Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Thomas Horton, Nathan Scott Lamarche, David Mcdowell, Jason Michael Goldberg, Ethan Mitchell Hayes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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