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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tink
Tink
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Songwriter
Ivory Scott
Ivory Scott
Songwriter
Trinity Home
Trinity Home
Songwriter
Christopher Dotson
Christopher Dotson
Songwriter
Leon Ashley
Leon Ashley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Producer
Nascent
Nascent
Producer
Los Hendrix
Los Hendrix
Producer
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Recording Engineer
Nigel​​ Johnston
Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Dominique Cook
Dominique Cook
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Christopher Ruelas
Christopher Ruelas
Producer
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Producer
Carlos Munoz
Carlos Munoz
Producer
Michael Seaberg
Michael Seaberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

They call me Hitmaka Let me be ya gangsta's paradise I swear our love gon' feel like crime We ain't gotta take no one's advice I can hold yo' racks, while you shootin' the dice Makin' love in the trap Show me how to handle the strap Need a bitch that's gon' have ya back Let me be ya gangsta's paradise You found the perfect angel needs advice Let me be ya gangsta's paradise I feel so safe when I'm with you Every other hitta should've been you Only show yo' soft side when I'm with you Yo' ex be actin' out but I got you How you love me rough but so soft How we runnin' up but no lost How you humble up but so boss That's why you paid the price, it's no cost Let me be ya gangsta's paradise I swear our love gon' feel like crime We ain't gotta take no one's advice I can hold yo' racks, while you shootin' the dice Makin' love in the trap Show me how to handle the strap Need a bitch that's gon' have ya back Let me be ya gangsta's paradise You found the perfect angel needs advice Let me be ya gangsta's paradise Met you at the CITGO on the Westside Always talkin' 'bout how you wanna change lives I can see you through the tatts and the gang signs Back rolls Backwoods in the late night How you love me rough but so soft How we runnin' up but no lost How you humble up but so boss That's why you paid the price, it's no cost Let me be ya gangsta's paradise I swear our love gon' feel like crime We ain't gotta take no one's advice I can hold yo' racks, while you shootin' the dice Makin' love in the trap Show me how to handle the strap Need a bitch that's gon' have ya back Let me be ya gangsta's paradise You found the perfect angel needs advice Let me be ya gangsta's paradise Let me be ya gangsta's paradise
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Carlos Munoz, Trinity Laure'ale Home, Christopher Ruelas, Ivory Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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