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41, Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, Tata - Tweak (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
41
41
Vocals
Kyle Richh
Kyle Richh
Vocals
Jenn Carter
Jenn Carter
Vocals
TaTa
TaTa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olatunde Fasheun
Olatunde Fasheun
Composer
Jennifer Oghenekevwe Akpofure
Jennifer Oghenekevwe Akpofure
Composer
Derrick Blades Gary
Derrick Blades Gary
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kay Archon
Kay Archon
Producer
Joe Grasso
Joe Grasso
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

It's Carter, dickhead (KayArchon) Grrah Bitch, I'ma tweak (Bitch, I'ma tweak) And the opps, they popped, like (And the opps, they popped) I got a freak (I got a freak) Like, bad bitch, put the knock in her sock (Put the knock in her sock) That boy a baby, let him sleep, like They gon' rap what they not (Grrah) If he think that he crazy, he a dweeb Like, bitch, I'm with KR Da G, grrah It's a million thots who could give me some box (What the fuck?) B-BBL body or not Like, real love, I don't get it a lot (Big pole on my) No dancer We them demons with multiple hammers (Hammers) Like, bro throw it back like a camera And we takin' the top off, no cancer (Bitch) When I got me some ice, all the thooties went nuts (Like) Like, bitch on my body, wan' fuck with a stud (Like) And my wrist like a coochie the way that it feel (Grrah) All this money, I'm feelin' corrupt (It's Carter, dickhead) Don't give me dap, you not my mud, like, grrah Bitch, I'm on timin', ain't shit to discuss (Damn) And they mention my name 'cause they know I got buzzin', grrah (Grrah, grrah, boom) Gotta shake up the Sprite every time that I'm pourin' it up (Like, damn) Money, I got more than enough How is you dissin', can't show me a buck? (Bitch) Can't lie, I don't give a fuck I might pop out the cut, throw three out the truck Tried-tried to run, but he ran out of luck Like, new opp, fuck, I'm fucked (Fuck, I'm—) Bitch, I'm off the D'usse (I'm off the D'usse) Need a driver, I'm losin' my screws Go switch that V, throw three at his crew (Throw three at his crew), like He wanted fame, now that boy on the news (Now that boy on the news) Bitch, I'm the don and I'm sippin' on Julio (Sippin' on what?) Thooties in tune like I'm starrin' in Zeus (It's Carter, dickhead), like And I still keep a toolie though Niggas ain't mention my name for the views I got blues, but I don't got a clue Who really love me? I do not know who Who gonna run on me? Who gonna shoot? Who gonna tell on me? Who gonna boom? I'm on his body, no tattoos Why my name in they mouth? No cashew Like, I'm froze, I'm stuck, no statue (Grrah) Like, put the G to his face, now he fragile, grrah (Four-one shots to the head, bitch) And if he talk on my gang, he won't do it again (He won't do it again) EBK, bitch, I'm standin' on ten (Standin' on ten) Wa-wa-watch how the bitches call me Ben (Ayy) How the dummy gon' duck? Put the beam on his chin (Ayy) Grrah, and I got the baddies, they tryna get bent (Tryna get bent) And you know the thooties wanna party with Jenn (Wanna party with Jenn) I be in the coochie, I might nut on her bed, like (Nut on her) Like, I'm tryna see which bitch I'ma hit next, like (Grrah, grrah, boom) Grrah, and I'm tryna see which thootie I'ma choose (One, two) All the bitches look thick (Word to bro) If she pretty enough, I let her wear my chain And if she do it good, I take her to the moon (Take her to the movies) If he run into me, he doomed (Boom) If I see -, I boom (Grrt, boom) If he get in the way, then he gettin' hit too They don't know I snuck in with the deuce in my shoe (Damn) And right now, I'm chillin' with the dudes and the boos (Word to bro) Nigga, I'm tryna smoke me a - (Ah, ah) Nigga, I'm tryna roll up the - Nigga, you wanna die with him too? (Ah) Like, why they be all on my dick? I get money and all of my niggas up top Niggas droppin' diss tracks on Christmas (What the fuck?) What the fuck? Your mans just died Bitch, I'ma tweak (Bitch, I'ma tweak) And the opps, they popped, like (And the opps, they popped) I got a freak (I got a freak) Like, bad bitch, put the knock in her sock (Put the knock in her sock) That boy a baby, let him sleep, like They gon' rap what they not (Grrah) If he think that he crazy, he a dweeb Like, bitch, I'm with KR Da G, grrah It's a million thots who could give me some box (What the fuck?) B-BBL body or not Like, real love, I don't get it a lot (Big pole on my—) No dancer We them demons with multiple hammers (Hammers) Like, bro throw it back like a camera And we takin' the top off, no cancer (Bitch)
Writer(s): Derrick Blades Gary, Jennifer Oghenekevwe Akpofure, Olatunde Fasheun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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