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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
K CAMP
K CAMP
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Composer
Kristopher Campbell
Kristopher Campbell
Songwriter
Leland Clopton
Leland Clopton
Composer
Mike Foster
Mike Foster
Composer
Denzel Flexington
Denzel Flexington
Composer
Jason Patterson
Jason Patterson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
Lil Awree
Lil Awree
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
James Cruz
James Cruz
Mastering Engineer
Crazymike
Crazymike
Producer
Leland "Big Fruit" Clopton
Leland "Big Fruit" Clopton
Producer

Letras

All I need is Uh-huh, you know what it is All I need is You ain't gonna trust yo' bitch after tonight Uh-huh, I'ma make her whore out All I need is one mo' drank (drank) Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches) Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes (hey, hey) All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank) All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank) All I need is one mo' drank (drank) Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches) Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank) All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank) All I need is one mo' skank, dirty pussy, suck my dick Scary movie, I let her use me, all in her mouth My dick in her booty, we all on the couch, the cameras is out And she say she a virgin, bitch, shut the fuck up! I'm 'bout my bread, gettin' throwed, gettin' blowed Gettin' trippy, gettin' lit on these hoes Fuck 'em slow, in my cup, Colt .45, high as fuck 20 dab, hundred for the thousand dollar tab Conjure my cab All I need is one mo' drank (drank) Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches) Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes (hey, hey) All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank) All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank) All I need is one mo' drank (drank) Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches) Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank) All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank) Look, all she need is one mo' shot, that bitch lit, you can tell Put this package, in yo' box, you got mail Smoke one more, touch that cloud, this that loud (loud) That lil' bitch, she get active, she get wild (woo!) We turnt up, too much liquor you can't hold me (hold me) Liked her pic, fucked her friend, now she know me (know me) Drop my top, out that roof, that's that Rollie (Rollie) Girl don't play, I'm right here, you gon' show me (show me) All I need is one mo' drank (drank) Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches) Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes (hey, hey) All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank) All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank) All I need is one mo' drank (drank) Two mo' blunts, three mo' bitches (bitches) Four mo' zips, five mo' minutes All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank) All I need is one mo' drank, one mo' drank (drank) Mafia Yeah, hoe (hoe...) Damn, I miss the '90s, yeah shit, was wild We was livin' like rock stars, droppin' Mystic Styles Ain't nobody else believe in what we was puttin' down Nigga almost homeless trying to get it off the ground No support, everybody thought we'd never be shit Tryna start our own label on some Master P shit Tryna get some distribution, majors labels ain't feelin' us Doors slammed in our face, still ain't givin' up Still on the grind, still on the rise Even had to sell my whip to pay for studio time Made a name, made some change, get respect, got some fame Now they love our shit, 'cause we made our own lane Tryna sign everybody, put some money in their pockets Had a ball on the rug, every night we had it poppin' They ain't hold us down, did it on our own With our backs on the wall, we put plaques on the wall Then the problems started picking up, posse start splitting up (hey) People started switching up, we still not giving up I love them, though (I love them, though) We been through it all They're my brothers though (they're my brothers though) And that's some real shit We weren't always rich, we didn't have a pot to piss Hustle harder than a bitch, slanging records like they bricks From the ground to the throne, it's been a hell of a trip Bring me one mo' drank, while I sit and reminisce
Writer(s): Dexter Wansel, Richard Harrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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