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PERFORMING ARTISTS
TOBi
TOBi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oluwatobi Ajibolade
Oluwatobi Ajibolade
Composer
Alex Goose
Alex Goose
Composer
Jon Bap
Jon Bap
Composer
Tyler Demorest
Tyler Demorest
Composer
Tavon Thompson
Tavon Thompson
Composer
Robin Hannibal
Robin Hannibal
Songwriter
Jessica Hansell
Jessica Hansell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Goose
Alex Goose
Producer
Jon Bap
Jon Bap
Producer
Jon Castelli
Jon Castelli
Mixing Engineer
Ingmar Carlson
Ingmar Carlson
Engineer
Ryan Nasci
Ryan Nasci
Assistant Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Engineer
Josh Deguzman
Josh Deguzman
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

This next record If it don't move you You probably got no ass to shake anyway You fuckin colonizer (This is how you move, this how you move) (This is how you move) Rude boy with an attitude, I'm stuntin' N yeah ain't gotta move boy, heard a whoop whoop Now I'm runnin from the blue boys Now Vince caught an alley you I'm jumpin outta who Won't stick my neck out again for you boys Tighten up on the noose, nothin new nah nah This two door coupe i'm schemin' on All black all bold on the move boys Listen up One time for the nice hoe's profile Let the cam get my good side, both sides Hey no lie told nah nah nah No beef this side, this fois grasse Been bad since sixth grade mistakes Strong back, chest out boy sit straight Big facts leave a critic with stink face So you best look out like fresh gates You ain't stuntin' on the net, that's a big fake Found out he a fraud, thats click bait and huh big growth, big work yeah big rates And at this rate, im sayin Oh man we rule this, rolls, hoes, a lot of us groovin I ain't trynna, i ain't trynna hit her with excuses Hit me up when you need some of that soothing Hey we movin' isa whole, isa whole lot of us groovin' I ain't trynna, i ain't trynna hear no excuses Hit me up when you need some of that soothin' (Right now, put it on these hoes) (Right now, put it on these hoes) (Right now, put it on these hoes) (Right, right, put it on these hoes) (Right right, put it on these hoes) (Right right, put it on these hoes) (Right now, put it on these hoes) Swing like batter up Cake like batter up Head game mad as fuck, torso tatted up Fis bar dat like girlfriend mad at us Fis bar dat like she had enough (Oh man) Jeepers creepers, so to slow process season's greetings She's flu seasons Couldn't turn down if you need the speakers Packed so loud we're the keeper of secrets Put it on me till my knees is weakened Covered in paint like its easter weekend Please beleive me Please beleive me, geeze I have the custom fitted I know you love to get it Baby i must admit it, its time to muscle I got a trust to fill in, I never rush to get it I gotta hustle nigga, i gotta hustle Oh man, we movin' So, so, s'alot of us groovin' I ain't trynna, i ain't trynna hear no excuses Hit me up when you need some of that soothin' Hey, we movin' So, so, s'alot of us groovin' I ain't trynna, i ain't trynna hear no excuses Hit me up when you need some of that soothin' We try to make it ok (put it on me ugh right now) We try to make it romantic (right now) We try to make it okay (put it on me ugh right now) We try to make it romantic (right now) We try to make it okay (put it on me ugh right now) We try to make it romantic (right now) We try to make it ok (put it on me ugh right now) We try to make it romantic
Writer(s): Robin Hannibal Moelsted Braun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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