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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BROCKHAMPTON
BROCKHAMPTON
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Simpson
Ian Simpson
Composer
Dominique Simpson
Dominique Simpson
Composer
Matthew Champion
Matthew Champion
Composer
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Composer
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Composer
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Composer
Ciarán McDonald
Ciarán McDonald
Composer
William Wood
William Wood
Composer
Isaiah Merriweather
Isaiah Merriweather
Composer
Baird Acheson
Baird Acheson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Producer
Video Store
Video Store
Producer
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Recording Engineer
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Producer
Tyler Shields
Tyler Shields
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Baird Acheson
Baird Acheson
Producer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Bryant
Jacob Bryant
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, that's cool And I take a chunk of it, some of it Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) I done came down, bumpin' Flexy Niggas all around me, lookin' sexy Locked in the crib, smokin' on some shit Got a nigga seein' stars, that's just how a nigga live These birds seem like they're goin' nowhere these days Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Turn me up, I'm tryna get in tune with the DJ Yeah, yeah (Yеah) Yeah, yeah, yeah Sim Simma, who got thе keys to my Beamer? Young rich nigga steppin' in the arena Baby girl a dreamer, give me brain like Eureka I'm absorbin' everything around me now, amoeba You know I'm that nigga, did you get amnesia? Spinnin' in San Marcos, shout out Pauline with the pizza I'm the diarrhoea, fold 'em like tortilla Stayin' on my toes, baby, ballin' ballerina Who you think you talking to? I got no idea TV on paprika, smokin' anaesthesia Hit 'em with the cleaner, young street sweeper Sound gettin' meaner, while a nigga gettin' greener Easy with the teeth before you choke on this dick Michiko Malandro on the run, smoke off the lips (Straight off the lips) I ain't sayin' no names since it cut me a check Baby up in Villa and I love the whole set Let it sit (Let it sit) Got the glitter (Got the glitter) Oh, your thick lil' thighs got a grip on me Watch you ride on me, lil' bitch slide on me (Slide) Pullin' out, then bust it open, let her shimmy on me Push it, push it, push it just like this Shake it, shake it, shake it out the dress Weed going straight to my head, meet me on the bed Kick off my kicks, she fiend for the dick Spit on the tip, spit in her mouth Cum on the couch, I don't give a fuck Take you to the steam room, rinse off the nut Bitch, we goin' nuts, bitch 'bout to bust Me and all my dogs stayin' up Sleep is for the weak, so I tweak goin' dumb You know I get wicked You know I get down Y-you know I get wicked You know I get down Y-you know I get down You know I get down Y-you know Smack that, when she playin' Buju in the motherfucking hatchback How you throwin' all that ass expectin' me to catch that? Knew you tryna tell me with that Tennessee accent This a crazy story, wait a minute, let me backtrack She just told me grip up on her shoulders, make her back crack Said her pussy water, I'm a dog and I'ma lap that Heard me hit that high note, I kiss on her and she match that She said, "What you talkin' boy, I'm sick of all the backchat" Does your man even exist? Lil' bitch, I ain't seen him yet Tear that ass up, make your man do the renovate Slim thick and she finna hit, like a cigarette Take you where you want, like my Glock, if you take the stick ¿Señorita, qué lo qué? (¿Qué lo qué?) Ooh lil' mami, wish I knew what you said (I wish I knew) She Boriqua with the braids I guess she a genius way she do it with the brain Throw it 'til you're tappin' out, throw it 'til your back blow out Throw it like you Tarzan, this big dick you swingin' on Ass ripple like avalanche, dancin', I'm skiin' on it Hit my cup slow to this, drop it low to this No, I don't miss the bitch, 'cause I don't miss, bitch Hit my cup slow to this, drop it low to this No, I don't miss the bitch, 'cause I don't miss, bitch You know I get wicked You know I get down Y-you know I get wicked You know I get down Y-you know I get down You know I get down Y-you know I get down
Writer(s): Ciaran Mcdonald, Jabari Manwarring, Dominique Simpson, Ian Simpson, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood, Russell Evan Boring, Romil Hemnani, Matthew Garrett Champion, Baird Robert Wittner Acheson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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