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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brayson Nelson
Brayson Nelson
Songwriter
David Boonpetch
David Boonpetch
Songwriter
Jarrian Durrell Thompson
Jarrian Durrell Thompson
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hustle Heart
Hustle Heart
Producer
Mook on the Beats
Mook on the Beats
Producer
Playboyxo
Playboyxo
Producer
VadeBeatz
VadeBeatz
Producer

Lyrics

I like that I'ma gangsta, that bitch dead I like it like that right there Yeah I speak the truth I don't wanna be with no one else If I say fuckin' around was worth it Even though I ain't perfect, it'll be a lie Stand-up guy, never sit quiet I could say I always tried But now I don't want nobody around And they wonder why Electric Slide, chopper spit static when we let off fire They living wild, killers outside While I'm standing up in trial I ain't choosing sides, don't come outside He know that shit was foul She a ride-or-die She could've left and she ain't leave my side On the road somewhere all alone But my mind and my head, it ain't there, baby Off the pills, I just need to relax, baby Insecure about myself, oh I just want to know why I can't Seem to cure your love Real gangsters in disguise (They wonder why, slime) I, oh, oh, oh Think I'm better off by myself Think I'm getting the gangster fever Oh, think I'm getting the gangster fever Them niggas playin', got my money Now, bitch, it's a bout time (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow) Back to back, bitch, what up now? Made nigga got plenty figures, What I wouldn't do for my child Painted that image like I ain't shit, But I'ma burn it up now I gotta show this ho now Bitch, I ain't playing Same niggas talk that shit, They don't know nothin' 'bout being a man I been misused, I been mistreated What the fuck they don't understand? But they show sympathy for somebody Who ain't got no dick inside they pants Think like a man On the road somewhere all alone But my mind and my head, it ain't there, baby Off the pills, I just need to relax, baby Insecure about myself, oh I just want to know why I can't Seem to cure your love Real gangster in disguise (They wonder why, slime) I, oh, oh, oh Think I'm better off by myself Think I'm getting the gangster fever Oh, think I'm getting the gangster fever I, oh, oh, oh Think I'm better off by myself Think I'm getting the gangster fever Oh, think I'm getting the gangster fever
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Jarrian Thompson, Brayon Nelson, David Boonpetch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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