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Ty Dolla $ign – Double R (feat. Lil Durk) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
James Royo
James Royo
Songwriter
Nye Lee Jr.
Nye Lee Jr.
Songwriter
Sean Stein
Sean Stein
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Producer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Rafael Fai Bautista
Rafael Fai Bautista
Recording Engineer
Matthew Wilson
Matthew Wilson
Assistant Engineer
Di$
Di$
Producer
Damn James
Damn James
Producer

Lyrics

Oh, oh, yeah (Damn, James) (Off to Neverland) Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign (ooh-yeah) I was deep, I was deep in it She see the stars, she see the stars in I got a freak, I got a freak, yeah I had to park, had to park my, park my Say that man a broke boy, I'm the opposite (opposite) Staring in the mirror, she a narcissist (narcissist) I got hitters with me, they like popping shit (popping shit) I got red bottoms with the ostrich Getting toppy in the dawn I'm on my boss shit, told that hoe don't gossip Maybach getting top in the dawn Yeah, I'm on my boss shit, told that bitch don't gossip, yeah I was laid back getting neck in the double R (oh, yeah) Laid back getting neck in the double R (na-na) Laid back getting neck in the double R (oh, yeah) I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah (na-na) She said she want a rockstar (double R), yeah She wanna be a popstar (double R), yeah Folded in the double R (double R), yeah Rich sex in the double R Do the dash in that Lamb', got her busting on my seats Get my pass out the mail, I don't usually wear a crease Caught a case, I got my gun still, I got a high speed You won't catch a nigga broke if he standing by me I done fucked majority of the models off of IG And I need some Percocets, yes, just like caffeine I done took a fuckin' jet, I ain't bring an ID She ain't fuck-you-when-she-met-you type, she can't come 'round me Prada shoes 'cause she proud of me ('cause she proud) Lot of blues like I'm banging C (lot of blues 'cause I'm banging Crip) Blow my phone up getting head, I let it ring (let it ring) Baguette daddy, baguette the wedding ring Gotta go and chase a check, bitch that is my job I be laughing to the bank, all blues, haha Give you head (nah-nah), give you bread (nah, nah) See, I don't do that in my car Laid back getting neck in the double R (oh, yeah) Laid back getting neck in the double R (na-na) Laid back getting neck in the double R (oh, yeah) I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah (na-na) She said she want a rockstar (double R), yeah She wanna be a popstar (double R), yeah Folded in the double R (double R), yeah Rich sex in the double R (ooh, yeah) (Double R) (Double R) (Double R) Ooh, yeah
Writer(s): Tyrone William Griffin, Durk Banks, Sean Stein, Nye Lee, James Royo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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