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Drake
Drake
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Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
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Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Автор песен
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
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S. Gaudes
S. Gaudes
Автор песен
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
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Daniele Gagliardi
Daniele Gagliardi
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David Jordan Ortiz
David Jordan Ortiz
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Dilara Sincer
Dilara Sincer
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Jeremiah Raisen
Jeremiah Raisen
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Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
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Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
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Richard Ortiz
Richard Ortiz
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
F1lthy
F1lthy
Продюсер
Oogie Mane
Oogie Mane
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Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Сопродюсер
Sad Pony
Sad Pony
Сопродюсер
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
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Klimperboy
Klimperboy
Дополнительный продюсер
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Инженер звукозаписи
Greg Moffet
Greg Moffet
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Les "Bates" Bateman
Les "Bates" Bateman
Инженер
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
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Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Ассистент мастеринг-инженера
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
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Danno
Danno
Дополнительный продюсер
Dilara
Dilara
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Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
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(Wake up, F1LTHY) Yeah We ain't even out in Turks, she finna take sand Ridin' 'round with F&N, we like to hold hands (Oogie Mane he killed it) Boat was too sipped out, he ain't leave the bed Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon' moped it My dawg, he don't smoke on shit, unless it's unleaded I don't back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it See me when you see me, if it's smoke, dawg, you're unleashy Thick Moroccan bitch, this my fav', I'ma go on and beat it Lookin' in the mirror, kiss my face, I'm too conceited Send a girl home, call another, dawg, I'm too slime She ain't wanna eat it on her first day, it's haram I don't fuck with drugs, poppin' X for the first time That shit kicked in, like a two-time world champ Booted up, that shit hit up and down, like a skate-ramp She vapin' in my room, that shit lit up like a glow-lamp Who want smoke? Okay, cool, let's they whole camp Big shit popper, we the ones to get your shirt damp Niggas try to take a nigga spot, now it's too cramped Up, 8:00 a.m., geekin' hard, I'm a real vamp These niggas got me fucked up, dawg, I'm too amped Mmm-mmm, make this bitch lick me like a mail stamp Mmm-mmm, strapped up, fuck it, I'ma die lit Too slime, posted at the crib in a snake pit Every time I tell you how I feel, I don't fake shit Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr (bih) Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, okay Everybody got a stick, we don't run fades We ain't even out in Turks, she finna take sand Ridin' 'round with F&N, we like to hold hands (Oogie Mane he killed it) Boat was too sipped out, he ain't leave the bed Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon' moped it My dawg, he don't smoke on shit, unless it's unleaded I don't back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it See me when you see me, if it's smoke, dawg, you're unleashy
Writer(s): Simon Gaudes, Aubrey Graham, Jeremiah Raisen, Jordan Ortiz, Richard Ortiz, Miles Parks Mccollum, Daniele Gagliardi, Tim Grominger, Noah James Shebib Jr., G. Sincer, Kevin Grominger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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