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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Songwriter
Simon Christensen
Simon Christensen
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Producer
Psymun
Psymun
Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
AJ STAY WORKIN
AJ STAY WORKIN
Recording Engineer
Christal Jerez
Christal Jerez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nathan Miller
Nathan Miller
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Wheezy outta here I wanna see you do better Fly, I'ma need a propeller (Fly) When it's cold, I'm the one like a sweater (Sweater) When I'm high, ain't no changin' the weather If you only had one time, you could hear my voice I'd sing my song at Coachella (Sing my song at Coachella) Only got one life, you can get rich twice Let it rain on the Rolls umbrella Seats in the Rolls-Royce leather VVs in the Roll' Sky-Dweller (Uh) I done made up my mind and done got on my grind And now they got a vendetta (Now they got a vendetta) Jumpin' inside, I ain't goin' in silent Now her pussy gettin' wetter (Now her pussy gettin' wetter) I wanna see you doin' better All black, they can't see me in the Ghost Make it back, all I ever needed was hope If you take a fall, can you fall on your folks? You takin' care us all, then it's all that she wrote (Yeah) I got to be the son, I got to be the one Nah, I can't be the one they callin' a joke (Nah) Can't nobody help you when your card get revoked Always been the freshest, I be cleaner than soap I control the business, I don't need a remote Got some millions in, I'm 'bout to get plenty more GunnaWunna, I'ma kill 'em with antidote It's my persona, baby, and I thought you would know (Yeah) I let the engine run, I need a bigger lawn I been done set this shit on fire like a Pope (Fire like a Pope) I ain't the one to run, I got a bigger gun I'll call some Slimes or I'll call me some Locs (Slime) I know some big B's and my cousin a Folk I sting like a bee, gotta watch your approach I can't believe it's two hundred G's for a show You on your knees but I can't believe you a hoe You fuck around, but you gotta keep it on the low I ain't pin you down, baby, I'd rather see you grow Nobody wanna see you doin' better than 'em, though Nobody wanna see you doin' better than 'em, though I wanna see you do better Fly, I'ma need a propeller (Fly) When it's cold, I'm the one like a sweater (Sweater) When I'm high, ain't no changin' the weather If you only had one time, you could hear my voice I'd sing my song at Coachella (Sing my song at Coachella) Only got one life, you can get rich twice Let it rain on the Rolls umbrella Seats in the Rolls-Royce leather VVs in the Roll' Sky-Dweller (Uh) I done made up my mind and done got on my grind And now they got a vendetta (Now they got a vendetta) Jumpin' inside, I ain't goin' in silent Now her pussy gettin' wetter (Now her pussy gettin' wetter) I wanna see you doin' better
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Sergio Kitchens, Jasper Lee Harris, Simon Edward Christensen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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