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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
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Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Avery Earls
Avery Earls
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Demario Driver
Demario Driver
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Donnie Meadows
Donnie Meadows
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Dwayne A. Abernathy Jr.
Dwayne A. Abernathy Jr.
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Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
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DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
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Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
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Rachel Blum
Rachel Blum
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Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
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Dem Jointz for U Made Us What We Are
Dem Jointz for U Made Us What We Are
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Jaycen Joshua for The Penua Project
Jaycen Joshua for The Penua Project
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Yes, sir Yes, sir Yeah, well, uh (Incoming) I'm from where they pimpin' at, bippin' at, and strippin' at A six-hour drive from where niggas die for a fitted cap Gangbangin', we never got into that Our blocks had beef and our big homies assembled that That's when we tried to demo-crack the Democrats And end up in the pen' all over paper like chicken scratch The feds popped my cuz with a 20 pack His nickname The Baby, he cut his crack with Similac Four Cuban links on, I'm plottin' on my fifth A nigga went legit and I been shinin' ever sincе Every time I buy a watch, I give thе ghetto hope Bought a presidential, ain't eligible to vote Versace bathrooms, they sayin' my cash clone I spent you niggas' budgets on tickets for Super Bowl I guess it's safe to say a nigga finally reached his goal 'Cause all I ever wanted was to never end up broke Yeah, all I ever wanted was to never end up broke 'Cause money can't buy back time, my nigga Long nights, no lights, dreamin' 'bout a Benz No rice, just ice, nothin' in the fridge Sick of makin' friends, all they do is burn a bridge I'm drownin' in my sins, I never learned how to swim My life jacket Celine, swim trunks Supreme Just left the scene in Alexander McQueen I remember nights I was too broke to think This shit deep, I lost more money than sleep I was watchin' corners, I ain't never mop the floor Touched a hundred thousand in 20s from doin' chores Mama was a queenpin, Coretta with cream She was sellin' dreams to Martin Luther the fiend For Christmas, I bought the block choppers and triple beams Four-wheelers, four-fours, and a bunch of 'bows I guess it's safe to say a nigga finally reached his goals 'Cause all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke, broke, broke...) All I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke, broke, broke...) All I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke, broke, broke...) Yeah, all I ever wanted was to never end up broke (broke, broke, broke...) 'Cause money can't buy back time, my nigga
Writer(s): Terrence Thornton, Dwayne Abernathy Jr., Andre Romelle Young, Demario Raynel Driver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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