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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Yunuen Aldaz
Songwriter
Isak Gidgård
Songwriter
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Callari
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Str8cash
Producer
Callari
Producer
Daniel Yunuen Aldaz
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(Yung Lan on the track)
Get right
Had to zip me a lil' nigga, show him I'm official (I'm official)
They said I'm pussy, now they tryna play me like a killer (yeah)
Talk like I'm retarded, I went put them diamonds in my dental
Money is my army, drop a bag when I get the feelin'
Shawty got me in my feelings, I couldn't get no ass (no ass, bitch)
Johnny Blaze, got her mad, I ain't text her back (text her back, bitch)
But she just mad 'cause she sad with no fuckin' cash (bitch)
Ain't got no cash and she mad 'cause she fuckin' sad (let's go)
Slim chick, big ol' titties like she Tokyo (Jets)
When we flyin' out of state, they'll make it to a show
What I tell a nigga when he said that he want smoke?
Yeah, with youngin' askin' do I want Capone's out the store
Brick talkin' on a jailhouse yard with some old niggas
Floatin' in a four-fifty Benz with a cold pistol
Convicted felon posted in the North with a dirty clip
Do that time, he ain't got no mind, quick to show a nigga
They see I mastermind the game, they tryna burn me out
Bullshit to that lil' nigga that they talk about
Benz coupe switch to a Benz truck, I'm whippin' out
I could see they never thought we make them bitches change their thoughts, yeah
With my lil' muslim and we pullin' up at any store
Bitch, you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk on any hoe
Play and you get blues, I work their bitches like a telephone
I'm not from Iraq, that bitch goes blatt, I'ma let it blow
Make her touch her legs, while I'm pullin' Remy out, her head
My bitch right here, can't speak on that, I know I do that bad
But she just mad 'cause she sad with no fuckin' cash (cash)
Ain't got no cash and she mad 'cause she fuckin' sad (fuckin' sad)
Slim chick, big ol' titties like she Tokyo (Jets)
When we flyin' out of state, they'll make it to a show (bet)
What I tell a nigga when he said that he want smoke?
Yeah, with youngin' askin' do I want Capone's out the store
With my lil' muslim and we pullin' up at any store
Bitch, you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk on any hoe
Play and you get blues, I work their bitches like a telephone
I'm not from Iraq, that bitch goes blatt, I'ma let it blow
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Milan Modi
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