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BIA
BIA
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Timbaland
Timbaland
Дополнительный вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Bianca Landrau
Bianca Landrau
Автор песен
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Автор песен
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Автор песен
Edgar Ferrera
Edgar Ferrera
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Jordan Gomez
Jordan Gomez
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Enoch Rich Harris III
Enoch Rich Harris III
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Timbaland
Timbaland
Продюсер
SkipOnDaBeat
SkipOnDaBeat
Продюсер
Lil Rich
Lil Rich
Продюсер
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Мастеринг-инженер
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Миксинг-инженер
Enoch Harris III
Enoch Harris III
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Yeah, uh Brr (yeah), hah, hah (grr) Ayy (yeah), uh BIA, BIA (BIA, BIA) Soon as you see me I up it, I'm gone I'm really livin' the shit in my song Glock in my bag and it don't got a safety I make the money, I don't let it make me Shout out Diana, she raised me I'm with my member, he rockin' a paisley That's word to Moula, can't phase me I rather cheat before he drive me crazy I'm that bitch I'm into guns if they come with a switch I got a type if he makin' me rich And these bitches be watchin' my page like a twitch Into one ear and go straight out the mata I like my niggas the color of Malta He smokin' gas and he speakin' in Patois I'm tryna put all my opps on a alter And we smokin' ya hot like a grabba (grabba) I'm a top bitch, I'm a alpha (alpha) I'm addicted to money and power, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah) And we smokin' ya hot like a grabba I'm a top bitch, I'm a alpha I'm addicted to money and power, uh (brr, yeah, yeah, yeah) She's a bitch (yeah) The way I left that shit on read, he don't exist (yeah) The way I killed them hoes, they dead, ain't seen them since (yeah) The way I put that shit on, I be throwin' fits I'm that, I'm that bitch (yeah) The way I left that shit on read, he don't exist (yeah) The way I killed them hoes, they dead, ain't seen them since (uh, yeah) The way I put that shit on, I be throwin' fits I'm that bitch (uh) Change my number, so you couldn't reach me I'm the truth without gettin' too preachy Fuck do I look like lettin' him treash me? (Uh) I'm the type to go get my respect Probably gon' die with my foot on they neck Iron it out 'cause I know when they pressed Sendin' him home 'cause he know he a guest, like I'm a real bitch so I do what I wanna (do what I wanna) This nigga toxic, he need him a sauna (yeah) I could tell you was a ho from your aura I limit my drama, I'm havin' good karma Buy me a house, boy, if you wanna be with me You used to women that's fuckin' too easily I used to get to my money illegally None of my haters is sleepin' this peacefully Huh She's a bitch (yeah) The way I left that shit on read, he don't exist (yeah) The way I killed them hoes, they dead, ain't seen them since (yeah) The way I put that shit on, I be throwin' fits I'm that, I'm that bitch (yeah) The way I left that shit on read, he don't exist (yeah) The way I killed them hoes, they dead, ain't seen them since (uh, yeah) The way I put that shit on, I be throwin' fits I'm that bitch (uh)
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Melissa Elliott, Bianca Landrau, Enoch Harris, Jordan Alexander Gomez, Edgar Ferrera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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