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IDK - Taco (prod. KAYTRANADA) [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
IDK
IDK
Vocals
Fabian Chavez
Fabian Chavez
Flute
KAYTRANADA
KAYTRANADA
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Kevin Celestin
Louis Kevin Celestin
Songwriter
Jason Aaron Mills
Jason Aaron Mills
Songwriter
Paul Webster
Paul Webster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IDK
IDK
Co-Producer
Eden Eliah Nagar
Eden Eliah Nagar
Recording Engineer
Calin Enache
Calin Enache
Mixing Engineer
KAYTRANADA
KAYTRANADA
Producer

Lyrics

(Slide) Y'all niggas is pussy, ain't no debatin' it Ain't no complainin' or fakin' it I'm a dick and you takin' it, pussy Nigga, I'm on one Don't make me spin on all you niggas and bomb one The bomb, it fluid through my music, is you stupid? Don't make 'em have to call the coroner to come use it I got a lotta power and I love to abuse it You lyin' through your teeth like your word's a toothpick 2Pac rollin' in his grave Me and you ain't the same, I'm on a whole 'nother page Like the cops came, I'm in a whole 'nother lane I'm goin' off the brain This nigga think he fly, I'ma throw him off the plane I look at his body fallin' like, "Oh, what a shame" Make him, "Ayy..." Let 'em die in vain Let 'em die in pain Do you hear what I'm sayin'? Better stay out my way Better stay out my range (range, range, range, range) And I don't mean the trap boy They comin' with the dicks for fuckboys (slide) They playin' with clips like fuck toys (slide) With the silence on the tip like, "Fuck noise" (slide) Eenie, meenie, meenie, miney, mo I'll catch a hatin' ass nigga by his toe Make him tip-tap like he tap dancing at a show Get him on The Weeknd, that's the X and O (slide) Niggas that be talkin' don't do shit They runnin' around, they on they Duck Duck Goose shit They ridin' the wave, I'm 'bout to fuck up your cruise ship They say they want beef until you take 'em to Ruth's Chris Can I get a prime cut, bone in? A little water 'cause I'm hoarse, no Trojan She pours champagne for her throat then And more beef, more beef, more beef Walk down in your streets, your streets, your streets Catch you around northwest, southeast, northeast On God, on my mama, on my daughter, on me Get in my way or my range, get the whole .30 And I don't mean the trap boy They comin' with the dicks for fuckboys (slide) They playin' with clips like fuck toys (slide) With the silence on the tip like, "Fuck noise" (slide) Hey, keep it runnin' (slide) Keep it goin', (slide) uh (slide) Yeah, uh (slide, slide)
Writer(s): Louis Kevin Celestin, Paul Webster, Jason Mills, Johnny Mandel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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