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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Garret
Jalen Garret
Songwriter
Josué De La Cruz
Josué De La Cruz
Songwriter
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Víctor Pereyra
Víctor Pereyra
Mixing Engineer
Kappa
Kappa
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, aye Phew, phew, phew Yeah, yeah, aye, n- I ain't never wrote a song no, I don't need no pen and pad They say I'm rapper of the year, I got them n- mad again Bitch, the grind don't ever stop, everyday we gettin' it in N- love to rap 'bout opps, I'm finna tell 'em 'bout them bands Every time I hit the road, I come back with at least a ten If you wake up tryna get some dough, then you know what I'm sayin' They be hatin' on the kid like hoes, them n- really fans Man, this shit I just made from the show can't fit inside my pants Early morning woke up to a check, just made me do my dance Jump on the mic' and go dumb on the beat That shit don't make no sense I want that bread man, y'all can keep the beef That shit don't make no bands I'm in the booth, I'm in here dropping heat, like Bitch go get the fan Hold on, let me throw my shades on, now I'm in that mode He wasn't tryna get no money early, now that boy too old Why these haters worry 'bout the kid, bitch go tuck your nose When they see me, go and drop that pendant I might make it snow See, the kid done turned into a star, it's my time to shine N-, we ain't even get no sleep, we been too busy on the grind I go crazy on the beat, that bih like "Where you get yo' lines?" My bitch bad, I love the way she look at me, she know she fine I ain't never wrote a song no, I don't need no pen and pad They say I'm rapper of the year, I got them n- mad again Bitch, the grind don't ever stop, everyday we gettin' it in N- love to rap 'bout opps, I'm finna tell 'em 'bout them bands Every time I hit the road, I come back with at least a ten If you wake up tryna get some dough, then you know what I'm sayin' They be hatin' on the kid like hoes, them n- really fans Man, this shit I just made from the show can't fit inside my pants I feel like I'm heaven sent but bitch I gotta give 'em hell All them bitches that ain't let me hit back then, they on my trail N- tryna come around but couldn't escape, bitch I could tell N-, we put gas up in the sky, that's Mary Jane you smell Yeah Phew, phew, ski
Writer(s): Tyler Meeks, Jalen Garrett, Josue De La Cruz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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