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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Win Your Love [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
India Got Them Beats
India Got Them Beats
Programming
Jakik
Jakik
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
India Williams
India Williams
Songwriter
Jake Wogan
Jake Wogan
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Khris James
Khris James
Mixing Engineer
India Got Them Beats
India Got Them Beats
Producer
Jakik
Jakik
Producer

Lyrics

I just flew the private out to LA, come and meet me (Come and meet me) And once you land, you better be glad to see me (Glad to see me) Why you can't jump on top of me? I don't wan' hear nan' reason (Nan' reason) This brand-new ring make me feel like I won a whole season You supposed to make me feel like a king without it on Brand new Chanel, put it on Ayy, fuck that (Ayy, put it on) You gon' make me go buy a new G-Wagen for your fine ass (Fuck your friends) you better be in 'fore I get home, oh Mmh, mmh, hittin' it from behind, in your spine, take that, yeah We went plenty of times in the ride Fuck these skeezers She gon' ride like my guys (She in there with who?) Pullin' up, bitch, you in here, come outside Pack your bags, we gon' board the G5 I'm tryna join the mile high club, just you and me Thank Most High I got a girl to take me from the streets You the one I want, baby, you the one I need Steady tryna win over your love You could get violent, I don't mind bein' in trouble Your love been leavin' behind cold-blooded bodies Please don't murder me for tryin', yeah You can't fit them jeans on, I can't quit that lean, though Pull up in that four-door, jump out, stand tall, Akeem, ho Baby girl, you know just what that ring for, yeah, yeah Hood nigga tryna impress, pull up at Kinkos, yeah, yeah Nigga get shot down if he run up on this Rolls, yeah, yeah My bae inside of here, it was self-defense, officer My name so fucked up 'cause these hoes, what can I offer her? Tell you I'm done, then double back and catch me callin' her (Brrt) I'm outside, nah, I know you heard me knockin' at this front door (I was in the shower) I don't care 'bout what you doin', fuck you takin' long for? Come here, give me a kiss, no, fuck that shit, how you been? You'll be with me to the end, that's what the fuck they don't know Steady tryna win over your love You could get violent, I don't mind bein' in trouble Your love been leavin' behind cold-blooded bodies Please don't murder me for tryin', yeah You can't fit them jeans on, I can't quit that lean, though Pull up in that four-door, jump out, stand tall, Akeem, ho Baby girl, you know just what that ring for, yeah, yeah Hood nigga tryna impress, pull up at Kinkos, yeah, yeah Nigga get shot down if he run up on this Rolls, yeah, yeah My bae on side of him, it was self-defense, officer My name so fucked up 'cause these hoes, what can I offer her? Tell you I'm done, then double back and catch me callin' her, oh, oh At this front door Give a fuck 'bout what you doin', what you takin' long for? Come here, give me a kiss, no, fuck that shit, how you been? You'll be with me to the end, that's what the fuck they don't know
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, India Williams, Jake Wogan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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