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PERFORMING ARTISTS
$NOT
$NOT
Vocals
iann dior
iann dior
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edy Edouard
Edy Edouard
Songwriter
Levi de Jong
Levi de Jong
Songwriter
Marvin Jordan
Marvin Jordan
Songwriter
Michael Olmo
Michael Olmo
Songwriter
Greg Sekeres
Greg Sekeres
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Sekeres
Greg Sekeres
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Adrian 'Adot' Merino
Adrian 'Adot' Merino
Mixing Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Woodpecker
Woodpecker
Producer

Lyrics

Okay Yeah, ayy Like this, like that, yeah Like this, like that Everybody tryna be like me (huh) Tryna take my juice, tryna take my steez (ayy) Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps Everybody tryna be just like me Choppa on my side and I might let it sing Woah, that's my queen (yeah) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (brr) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (yeah) You my baby girl, but you not main squeeze (ayy) Clips for the stick and I might just squeeze Glocks with the scope with the infrared beams Fuck a bitch, then I dip, adiós, peace Three shots to the back, give me five rings Gotta get the work so I pull up big body (big body) Pull up in a foreign, I ain't talkin' Maserati (vroom) Pull up in a 'Rari I be eatin' good, I be eatin' calamari I might break a bone, call me fuckin' Jeff Hardy Two wheels, one seat, 'bout to rob a Harley She knows what I need Ridin' around as I please (huh) Fuckin' everything up until I can't see (I can't see) Like this, like that Everybody tryna be like me (huh) Tryna take my juice, tryna take my steez (ayy) Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps Everybody tryna be just like me Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (huh) Woah, that's my queen (yeah) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (brr) Woah, woah, woah, woah, get like me Suicide doors and the inside green Like, woah, woah, woah, woah (woo), high speed I'ma hit the gas, I don't even need the keys (yeah) I'ma pay in cash, I ain't talkin' 'bout a lease Like a pair of dirty sneakers, yeah, I know that she a beater I'ma hit it one time, you know I ain't tryna keep her And I know that they be plottin' so I'm walkin' with a nina Okay, girl, won't you put on a show for me? I'm lovin' the way that she throwin' it back on me She get the pat-down Told her, "Bring it up, baby, bring it back down" (down) Swingin' 'round, baby, throw it in circles (circles) All these racks got her jumpin' like a hurdle (yeah) Like a hurdle Like this, like that Everybody tryna be like me (huh) Tryna take my juice, tryna take my steez (ayy) Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps Everybody tryna be just like me Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (huh) Woah, that's my queen (yeah) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (brr)
Writer(s): Levi De Jong, Marvin Jordan, Michael Olmo, Gregory Andrash Sekeres, Edy Edouard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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