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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Performer
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raphael Oliviera
Raphael Oliviera
Songwriter
Erik Ortiz
Erik Ortiz
Songwriter
Kevin Crowe
Kevin Crowe
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Producer
Cee Copeland
Cee Copeland
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Man, haha (J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) We gon' celebrate this shit tonight, nigga (you already know what I'm about to do, nigga) Roll your weed up (we gon' celebrate this tonight, nigga), pour your drinks up, nigga We up, nigga, what's up? (Gangsta Grillz) yeah, let's go A lil' hundred on my wrist (yeah), .30 in that clip (ayy) I'ma push one button, swear to God tap just gon' flip (yeah) Pink slips, no leases (nah), fuck it, I'm facetious (yeah) When this shit drop, I ain't 'bout to be doin' no more features (let's go) I don't like them niggas anyway (nah), I say fuck them niggas every day (yeah) When you see me, you don't see me, yeah, bitch nigga, better look the other way (ayy) Call Of Duty, this is not a game, F&N knock you out the frame Sig on me, it'll do the same Big dog in the Phantom hoggin' lanes (woo) Fuck 'em all, got on all the chains, went legit still thankin' 'caine (damn) Niggas tryin' to count a nigga out, last time you seen a nigga count? (Yeah) I don't like them niggas anyway (nah), I say fuck them niggas every day (fuck 'em) I'm the type of nigga make a phone call, send them niggas in a Chevrolet (let's go) I'm so faded (yeah), bottles gold-plated (ayy) Tonight we celebrated, I'm most hated (yeah) I'm so faded (The Voice, yeah), bottles gold-plated (yeah) Tonight we celebrated, I'm most hated (put a nigga on that gang shit on foenem, let's go) Me, I'm The Voice, and I'm hated the most Been would've slid, we in war with a ghost (gang) Lie, and the police department denied, that nigga was scared to go do a show (pussy-ass nigga) We lamp in the winter, it's easy to think you not lackin' in snow (brrah) Brodie be cappin', you know he a napkin, you know he gon', brr, wipin' his nose (achoo!) Yeah, I be hearin' the rumors like nigga be havin' me scared, that shit be havin' me dead (pussy) Niggas be askin', "What happened to Virgil?" Like, nigga, what happened to two of your mans? (Doo, doo, doo) Bro beat a body, he look at me right in my eyes, and he told me he'll do it again Go on a hit, and you miss, shit, I bet you ain't goin' again I'm from the 'Raq and we not preaching 'bout killings We tappin' 'em right on the back (what's up, bro?) I'm from the 'Raq, bro, this ain't wifey, if you pickin' me up She gon' get in the back (what's up, bro?) You listen to preachers and teachers, you listen to all of your bitches, I listen to Yak They want that blow, ayy, bro, throw on Sno, the city wanna hear that crack, ayy (let's go) I'm so faded (yeah), bottles gold-plated (ayy) Tonight we celebrated, I'm most hated (yeah) I'm so faded (yeah), bottles gold-plated (yeah) Tonight we celebrated, I'm most hated (Gangsta Grillz, let's go) A celebration to the most hated Like Nas and Puff You can hate me now, but I won't stop now Snowman, I feel you This shit talkin' done just matured with time (Gangsta Grillz, you ba-)
Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Kevin Crowe, Erik Ortiz, Unknown Composer Author, Durk Banks, Edward Davadi, Raphael Oliveira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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