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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henri Velasco
Henri Velasco
Songwriter
Jon Millie
Jon Millie
Songwriter
Joseph Nguyen
Joseph Nguyen
Songwriter
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Samuel Jimenez
Samuel Jimenez
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Millie
Jon Millie
Producer
Figurez
Figurez
Producer
OG Parker
OG Parker
Producer
Prod by Hoops
Prod by Hoops
Producer
Smash David
Smash David
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yo' body, yo' smile, it be everything I should make you everything I should buy a wedding ring, 'fore my time go out You should bet on me Eyes, keep 'em set on me (yeah) You choose, you- you- (ooh) Don't decide on me, you can count on me (yeaah) 'Round I go Havin' you make me feel like I won a Super Bowl ('cause you super) Sup- sup- super That's exactly what I told 'er Shawty been standin' on business like a soldier Gotta fight through it all and she still ain't foldin' They ain't gimme my credit, but she always knows She can get it all back every time I'm out rollin' So many niggas she coulda had, but I was chosen My last did me dirty Left me stuck with my 30 Fell in love with this fashion, spend a check in a hur-ry They like when I'm hur-ting They don't love me, no worries They don't deserve me (nah nah) Help me change, don't you curve me Yo' body, yo' smile, it be everything I should make you everything I should buy a wedding ring, 'fore my time go out You should bet on me Eyes, keep 'em set on me (yeah) You choose, you- you- (ooh) Don't decide on me, you can count on me (yeaah) 'Round I go (round I go) Havin' you make me feel like I won a Super Bowl ('cause you super) Super, super, super (super) And you know I blow a check Put up on ya' arm, new Patek Solitary diamonds layin' 'round yo' neck Flex, bae, ain't gon' do 'em like that That girl think she that 'cause a new Corvette Bet, we gon' get the Rolls on they ass Layin' in the console, whole lotta cash (yeah) Told me not to smoke in the Jag' They don't wanna hear me on a song when I'm sad (No) they don't wanna see me when I'm speakin' how you bad They don't (no) wanna hear a nigga gettin' money with ya' dad They don't even wanna probably see me out of jail Missin' every moment, you'll trip while you here Stuck 'round like she came back from the dead Still love a nigga while another girl here My last did me dirty Left me stuck with my 30 Fell in love with this fashion, spend a check in a hur-ry They like when I'm hur-ting They don't love me, no worries They don't deserve me Help me change, don't you curve me Yo' body, yo' smile, it be everything I should make you everything I should buy a wedding ring, 'fore my time go out You should bet on me Eyes, keep 'em set on me (yeah) You choose, you- you- (ooh) Don't decide on me, you can count on me (yeaah) 'Round I go Havin' you make me feel like I won a Super Bowl (I won) (Can we just get married?) (Yeah) (I don't like to be played with) (Me either)
Writer(s): Joshua Parker, Samuel David Jimenez, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Joseph Nguyen, Henri Velasco, Jason Goldberg, Jon Millie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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