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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - FREEDDAWG [Official Music Video]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Brayon Nelson
Brayon Nelson
Songwriter
Damion Williams
Damion Williams
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Tevin Revell
Tevin Revell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Grossman
Andrew Grossman
Recording Engineer
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Dj Swift
Dj Swift
Producer
Drum Dummie
Drum Dummie
Producer
Mook On The Beat
Mook On The Beat
Producer

Lyrics

(Drum Dummie) (CashMoneyAP) Ayy, free Choppa Boy Ayy, free Choppa Boy, bitch RIP Boozilla, you know what it is (DJ Swift on the track) RIP Big Dump (Mook got the keys jumpin') Slimin', pimpin', bitch I got four-fives, Glocks, and the nines in this bitch I got cutters in the house, I got pounds in this bitch I got hoes runnin' in and out, slime in this bitch I go by YoungBoy and I zip you up from talkin' shit These niggas bitches and I know that they ain't 'bout that shit Can't come how I'm comin', I was a youngin when they tried that shit I been knockin' niggas off, they never knew it was gon' come to this Bitch, I been on some rider shit (let's go), I leave 'em dead Got the whole city mad, I zip that boy 'bout what he said You can stunt like you mad, I put a bag on top your head I was up in the parish, slept with playpals under my bed 'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna flex somethin', do some' with all y'all Soon as we get up on the walk, my youngin' punch his head off Lil' bitch, I'm out the North Side, I'm bustin', I won't stand down I'll put the bitch up in a casket, fuck up your headstone Them niggas used to run the city, won't even claim that bitch Don't say nothin' 'cause the shit ain't serious, don't make me tame that shit These youngins runnin' with me with it, they on some dangerous shit Bustin', put two in your fitted, I call that gang assist Rollin', I just popped one, tryna body bag and zip somethin', yeah Pants hangin' off my ass, Glock on my side with a green flag Talkin' reckless, caught him slippin', went to bustin', did him bad Soon as we swerve, we bend the curve, don't do no talkin', that's your ass I ain't got no chill, I'm tryna send a bitch to Winnfield Had to show the pussy bitch I been that, and bitch, I'm still is Bitch, I pull up, make a nigga get back, like what the deal is? All these pussy bitches choosin' sides like they don't know real Mmh, come on, bitch, uh-uh, let me go Yeah, chill out, yeah, bitch, ayy, I'll do somethin' with you (Bitch-ass-nigga say) And I'll bang it out with you Old hoe ass nigga (Let's do it, look) Do what you do, I put you on the news, bitch, we could fight or shoot Bitch, I know these niggas know it's murder when I'm comin' through Bitch, I always win, I never lose, we gon' fuck over you You become a victim of the chopper, put him on the news (huh?)
Writer(s): Damion Williams, Tevin Revell, Brayon Nelson, Kentrell Gaulden, Alex Petit Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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