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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tierra Whack
Tierra Whack
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tierra Whack
Tierra Whack
Composer
Jesse Wendell Mapson
Jesse Wendell Mapson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J Melodic
J Melodic
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kenete Simms
Kenete Simms
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh, will the real nigga please stand up? And all the fake sit down Hold your head, hold your crown, mm Oh, will the real nigga please stand up? And all the fake sit down Let me fix my crown Mm, Big Whack 'cause I eat a lot Bitches always beggin' 'cause they need a lot Car came with instructions, I don't read a lot I come from the bottom, gotta feed the block, mm I don't need a chair, always come prepared I am like the mayor, I am not the mayor Gotta say a prayer 'fore I leave the house Coat hangin' off my shoulder, gotta see the blouse, mm Helmut Lang, don't I look scrumptious? Mm He keep starin' at me like he want this, mm Million dollar, you cannot afford this If I wanted, I could make the Forbes list, mm Dead, dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead, dead (and I just can't seem to understand) Dead, dead, dead, dead (where you're comin' from, my brother) (I guess I'm just not like y'all) Yeah (not like y'all) Oh, will the real nigga please stand up? And all the fake sit down Hold your head, hold your crown, mm Oh, will the real nigga please stand up? And all the fake sit down Let me fix my crown I really only smile just to show my grill Rather have the skill than the sex appeal Signed a Lego deal just so I could build Hammer time, baby, this is not a drill, mm Six feet, nigga, you ain't lookin' like Straight edge, hangin' with the crooked type First class, told Yeefy, "Book the flight" We are not the same, we just look alike, mm I can't trust a soul, got the guacamol' Lotta people bold, but in person, fold, mm You are not thurl, you're plastic, mm I am not the queen? Sarcastic, mm Dead, dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead, dead (and I just can't seem to understand) Dead, dead, dead, dead (where you're comin' from, my brother) (I guess I'm just not like y'all) Yeah (not like y'all) Oh, will the real nigga please stand up? And all the fake sit down Hold your head, hold your crown, mm Oh, will the real nigga please stand up? And all the fake sit down Let me fix my crown
Writer(s): Tierra Sharday Whack-welton, Jesse Wendell Mapson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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