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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bas
Bas
Vocals
EARTHGANG
EARTHGANG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abbas Hamad
Abbas Hamad
Songwriter
Michael Holmes
Michael Holmes
Songwriter
Eian Parker
Eian Parker
Songwriter
Akeel Henry
Akeel Henry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DZL
DZL
Producer
Akeel Henry
Akeel Henry
Co-Producer

Lyrics

I want a time piece (They be throwing it) I want like nine beats 'Cause I could keep going (No more) like I want a foreign And I want a dime peace (Black pussy only) I roll that pile of cheef (Ha-ha-ha) I blow a zone in the moment Just tryna stay in the moment My loyalty to my options I'ma stay free, granddaddy used to pick cotton I don't pull up, I crash land, I'm a Martian Bitches send nudes, while they man watchin' Martin Had to get my glow up from the darkness I can spot a novice, you look harmless Twist the pressure like a pinky promise Had a lot of haters when they started Funny how they come around regardless (Oh, oh) I roll like tires up under me (Oh) I got a fire up under me (Oh) It burn for money not bitches, no Don't get too big for your britches, don't I hit the licks and I pivot I got a bitch independent, yeah, oh That I have not seen in a minute She need a visa to visit, yea-yeah Gesundheit, bless Get her on flight, get her on sight Cut off lights Fuck me, cook me Jollof Rice Gesundheit, bless Get her on flight, get her on sight Cut off lights Fuck me, cook me Jollof Rice I'm really John Cena, my nigga You really not seeing me, nigga Maybe on Easter and Christmas Maybe you reap what you sow from the sea that you spitting Still you can't keep my attention I don't want to waste no more of my patience Playing them same old games Where the hell we goin' today? Only get sleep on the plane Feel like foreign exchange Me and the clique hitting licks, lil bitch The payload like flipping bricks out in Lagos And we got it lit like flamethrowers, ain't that a bitch Ain't no surprise, just saw Rah Dolla on the Ave You know the vibes, yeah, you know the vibes Couple pitfalls in my past but you know my rise like honestly (Chief of the tribe) Pull out game, not quite At least a nigga tried Might of saved my life, right Gesundheit, bless Get her on flight, get her on sight Cut off lights Fuck me, cook me Jollof Rice Gesundheit, bless Get her on flight, get her on sight Cut off lights Fuck me, cook me Jollof Rice
Writer(s): Abbas Hamad, Eian Undrai Parker, Akeel Henry, Michael Daniel Holmes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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