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DucK my Ex
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Vocals
Samuel Jimenez
Samuel Jimenez
Programming
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Vocals
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Jimenez
Samuel Jimenez
Songwriter
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Barrington Wright
Barrington Wright
Songwriter
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Gabriel Tavarez
Gabriel Tavarez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smash David
Smash David
Producer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Johann Chavez
Johann Chavez
Mixing Engineer
Play Picasso
Play Picasso
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Rekless
Rekless
Producer

Lyrics

Got it on smash Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah) Rollie, no Patek (Oowee) Give me the baguettes and my .40 and the TEC, oh Tryna duck my ex Damn what's coming next I just wanna flex, oh yeah Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks I just wanna flex, oh yeah In here, toasted up I'ma take a single pic and I'ma post it up, oh yeah Single for the night and the night looking young She throw it to me to me right, anytime you make it jump, jump Throw it to me, throw it to me Bust it like a new year, all of it to me I found a little shawty and she badder when I'm set Shout out everybody in here doing better than they ex, oh Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah) Rollie, no Patek (Oowee) Give me the baguettes and my .40 and the TEC, oh Tryna duck my ex Damn what's coming next I just wanna flex, oh yeah (Oh yeah) Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks I just wanna flex, oh yeah Don't get in my way, get in my way now Don't you go out your way on your way down Don't gotta be partying, ain't tryna keep up Just don't look for me, end of story It's the major leagues, I swing my dick like batter up I stay creeping Hit it out the park Put your best friend and be fucking in my Rari Know a nigga petty I'm not saying sorry I'm just countin' checks, tryna flex, you know Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah) Rollie, no Patek (Oowee) Give me the baguettes and my .40 and the TEC, oh Tryna duck my ex Damn whats coming next I just wanna flex (Oh yeah) Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks (I just wanna flex) Yeah I go hard, erect Surrounded in baguettes My life need a set I directed the soundtrack Sipping on some mile back Where you get that style from? Let me get my style back Never been camera shy Mug shots, no Clayton High Potato on the barrel, turn your ass into potato pie Every letter in the alphabet a G (G) My favorite rapper that I wanna see is me You can't compete I'm out your league Check your receipt The dick ain't free, yeah Okay, on my fourth Patek I'm stuntin' on my ex Give her everything except another chance and respect, yeah Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks (2 Chainz) Tonight I'ma flex, ah Rollie, no Patek Give me the baguettes and my .40 and the TEC, oh Tryna duck my ex Damn whats coming next I just wanna flex, oh yeah Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks I just wanna flex, oh yeah
Writer(s): Daystar Peterson, Tauheed Epps, Samuel David Jimenez, Gabriel Augusto Tavarez, Christopher Maurice Brown, Barrington Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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