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Future - Call the Coroner (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TM88
TM88
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Bryan Anzel
Bryan Anzel
Recording Engineer
Mike Synphony
Mike Synphony
Assistant Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

He always has been the largest drug kingpin, you know, out there And I bet he's responsible for For hundreds of quantities of drugs moving it into the United States I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious I got a white and a black girl, they look like an Oreo I come through poppin' it off, call the coroner You see these chains on my neck, look like Mardi Gras I'm throwin' the cash in the air like a volleyball Pink shirt on me just to match my diamonds NASCAR Lamborghini when I'm drivin' Big dawg but I feel just like a giant Withdrawals, pass my cup, I think I'm dyin' Say fuck the drug test, go'n pass my gas mask Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked Super like Goldie Mack, hoe caught an asthma attack Hoes gettin' their toes tagged, kill 'em dead at Hermes Turn up on purpose, I have her nervous I don't have no stylist, make my own purchase Low top my Gucci, I was wrapped in turban Knew she was a hoochie, I had to murk it Now I got power, I feel like Curtis I gave her Pucci, I felt like she was worth it I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious I got a white and a black girl, they look like an Oreo I come through poppin' it off, call the coroner You see these chains on my neck, look like Mardi Gras I'm throwin' the cash in the air like a volleyball Pink shirt on me just to match my diamonds NASCAR Lamborghini when I'm drivin' Say fuck the drug test, gon' pass my gas mask Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked Say fuck the drug test, gon' pass my gas mask Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked The WIZRD
Writer(s): Kevin Gomringer, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tim Gomringer, Bryan Lamar Simmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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