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Young Thug - Killed Before [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
London Holmes
London Holmes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer
Stephen "Sheff" Morrison
Stephen "Sheff" Morrison
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Ben Milchev
Ben Milchev
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(We got London On Da Track)
[Verse 2]
Everyone know I've been killed before
I've been bent like a centerfold
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, oh
Got four million in jewelry, oh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, whoa
Did you pay someone's tuition? No
Do you own a store? No
[Verse 3]
Yeah, fuck all this bullshit
Diamonds for all us kings, yeah
Got my money went "Ludacris"
Give some racks to a hood bitch
Give some racks to a poor chick
Look at the grain, it's wood bitch!
On the floor, that's some wool bitch!
She suck dick like a whole tick
Diamonds on me, they cold as shit
I thank God that I went legit
When we see 'em, you know we blitz
I can bet up, you know I'm rich
Shut the fuck up **** bet up
You say you rich
[Verse 4]
Different color diamonds
I'm a peacock
Different color diamonds
I'm a peacock
Spot full of birdies with no tree-top
You know you my son
You can be that
I bought the boat, the jetskis
Got a FN and a stick, don't test me
I stacked them hunnids up to God's knees!
Ain't going broke until 2070
[Verse 5]
Everyone know I've been killed before
I've been bent like a centerfold
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, oh
Got four million in jewelry, oh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, whoa
Did you pay someone's tuition? No
Do you own a store? No
[Verse 6]
We ain't letting these bitches get between us
We ain't letting no monkey ****
Stand that close to us! (Close to us)
I ain't got no heart
When it come down to my bro, yeah
She is not my "dresser"
She just irons my clothes, yeah
Pulled off in a Tesla
Pulled back in a Porsche, yeah
Bought the Maserati
You'll get burnt like toast, yeah
I get on that bullshit
You'll get it started, yeah
Six kids with me
Didn't think bout abortions, yeah
I took a thottie outta magic
Took her to the pent'
Then I woo-woo-ooh-ooh!
Aye, The private jet came with a stewardess
Like ooh-ooh-woo-woo!
Ready for war like a machine, aye
Came from pure to post scheming
Now I got fifty hoes on they knees
I put X in my codeine (Aw, aw)
But I'm putting nothing in my weed! (Aw, aw)
Yeah I took a jet right overseas (Aw, aw)
I want some head from overseas (Aw, aw)
I caught a case, my jewelry seized
I started out with 50 ki's (Aw, aw)
My Bentayga clean like bleach
On a yacht with blue water and blue cheese
On this shit like fleas, aye!
[Verse 7]
Everyone know I've been killed before
I've been bent like a centerfold
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, oh
Got four million in jewelry, oh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, whoa
Did you pay someone's tuition? No
Do you own a store, No
[Verse 8]
Aye, I took a thottie outta Magic
Took her to the pent'
Then I woo-woo-ooh-ooh!
Aye, The private jet came with a stewardess
Like ooh-ooh-woo-woo!
Written by: Jeffery Williams, London Holmes
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