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Listen to Sit Down (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Lil Dicky & E-40) - Single by Kent Jones
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Lil Dicky
Lil Dicky
Vocals
E-40
E-40
Vocals
Daryl Kent Jones
Daryl Kent Jones
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daryl Kent Jones
Daryl Kent Jones
Composer
David Burd
David Burd
Lyrics
Earl Stevens
Earl Stevens
Composer
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Composer
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Composer
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Composer
Ray Fraser
Ray Fraser
Composer
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Composer
Ted Kay
Ted Kay
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daryl Kent Jones
Daryl Kent Jones
Producer
Illa
Illa
Producer

Lyrics

Get up, get up Walked up in the building, seen too many bitches on the wall Niggas on the wall Hey, baby, you there Light skin, thick with the blue hair Red 'Lenciagas, got a new pair Every real hood bitch do hair Hey, won't you come here? Get down, you know how I get down Tell your hatin' home girls, sit down Take a seat, sit down Oh my God, oh my God I don't really know her huh? Know her huh? She wanna come over huh? Over huh? I'm already over her, over her When I'm in town she make sure that she see me, you understand? I don't know just how you niggas perceive me, you understand? Throwing stones but you just wanna be me, you understand? Ain't them guys that you see on the TV, you understand? Hey, baby, you there Light skin, thick with the blue hair Red 'Lenciagas, got a new pair Every real hood bitch do hair Hey, won't you come here? Get down, you know how I get down Tell your hatin' home girls, sit down Take a seat, sit down Hey lil mama, you know you fuckin' with a motherfuckin' superstar You know I pick your ass up in the foreign car And fuck you right there in it like a porn star, yeah, yeah Hey, why you so nasty? She say "Dolla why you gotta be so nasty?" She said "Dolla $ign, why you always stay high" I say, "You ain't ever lied, you ain't ever lie" I pull up on her, I got her choosey Her man a loser, she in a real nigga presence She want Dolla, she fuck with Dolla She came for Dolla, pull up in that 'Rari She said "Hey Dolla, Dolla, hey Dolla, Dolla Why you spendin' all your money on these bottles?" Hey Dolla, Dolla, hey Dolla, Dolla No more ratchets for me, only models Hey, baby, you there Light skin, thick with the blue hair Red 'Lenciagas, got a new pair Every real hood bitch do hair Hey, won't you come here? Get down, you know how I get down Tell your hatin' home girls, sit down Take a seat, sit down Off top I was getting ready, white boy like my mom Betty I'm too nice for this game ese, I walked in there was confetti Girls took to me already Lil hoe with them dreads wanna go make whoopie Go ball Eddy, Heartbreaker, y'all all petty These bitches wanna get it ultra strength Pay a ton, I'm jamming like I'm Kemp Y'all all a bunch of fucking Detlef Schrempf's Showstopper, got flow poppin' These hoes knockin' down doors Jockin' my stones, moccasin flows Stay on your toes I'm better than better I'll get it on top like a header, that's word Little mama lookin' at me, nine o'clock And from the look of it that bitch need a vagina mop And you mistook if you think we that gon' designer shop I'mma pull up like a bull up in the china shop, break you down Chicken parmesan, how you want it, I'm cookin' I got a nose for these hoes, I'm the Piglet of pussy I gotta know if you pro, going down on my tooshie Cause if you are then you're probably too aggressive for Dicky When I was a teen I scored a half a meal ticket My team moved mean and they'll smoke you like a brisket Raised in the slums, in the sewer, in the gutter Where shit ain't sweet like unsalted butter Make more paper than your daddy and your mother Pulled up European, started with a fixer-upper Throwing up signs like a third base coach Baby she a dime, got a rump like a roast Hey, baby, you there Light skin, thick with the blue hair Red 'Lenciagas, got a new pair Every real hood bitch do hair Hey, won't you come here? Get down, you know how I get down Tell your hatin' home girls, sit down Take a seat, sit down Sit down, take a seat, sit down Sit down, take a seat, sit down Sit down, take a seat, sit down Sit down, take a seat, sit down Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Writer(s): Earl T. Stevens, Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Daryl Kent Jones Ii, Ray Illya Fraser, David Burd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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