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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Danny Brown
Danny Brown
Vocals
MIKE
MIKE
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Dewan Sewell
Daniel Dewan Sewell
Songwriter
Michael Jordan Bonema
Michael Jordan Bonema
Songwriter
Samuel Baker
Samuel Baker
Songwriter
Kassa Purush Overall
Kassa Purush Overall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samiyam
Samiyam
Producer
Kassa Overall
Kassa Overall
Producer
Mario Caldato Jr
Mario Caldato Jr
Mixing Engineer
Raphy
Raphy
Recording Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(A-a-ah) If I knew you, I would send you to the store Pulled up in a Porsche, playing Kenny Lattimore It's "The Matador of Metaphor," Jerome like the letter four But trying to sell that, stepped on Macklemore (Macklemore) Jesus Shuttlesworth with butterworth Used to call me Mr. Get-What-Your-Money-Worth (your money worth) She suck it in like potbelly Ain't really got a ass, but she top-heavy (top-heavy) In a Chevy looking like somebody told me something Talking to your big homies like they owe me something I ain't got time, bitch, I'm Rollie hunting (time, bitch) Had the big head, spinning small face hunnids (hunnids) Hoes treat me like wormholes Mouth like I pre-ordered it, I download (I download) Clown knows that brown nose If you ain't getting money What the fuck is you around for? (For? For? For?) I used to sell a bit (sell a bit) But I don't fuck around no more, I'm celibate Had me trapped in that cell a bit Locked up with some pimps, told me, "Sell a bitch" (ooh) I used to sell a bit (sell a bit) But I don't fuck around no more, I'm celibate Had me trapped in that cell a bit Locked up with some pimps, told me, "Sell a bitch" (oh) Neglected with them sentences Fighting for better bars like reforms in prison Keep on the mission, higher than tuition Intuition tellin' me you're fuckin' with me, you're wishin' (you're fuckin' with me) Out of place, like carpet in the kitchen I'm in something, ain't got no ignition (no ignition) Get attention like two hoes kissin' (two hoes kissin') With their lips poked out like, "Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis?" (Oh) No ill feelings, eight ball look like Krillin (Krillin) Feelin' down for the killin' if you play me for my shillings It's a trillion different ways, I can shorten your days (different ways) Fly shit you never found like airports in the maze Long way up but a short trip down (long way up) I'ma let you get your turn, but not right now It's a long way up and a short trip down I'ma let you get your turn, but not right now (not right now) I used to sell a bit (sell a bit) But I don't fuck around no more, I'm celibate Had me trapped in that cell a bit Locked up with some pimps, told me, "Sell a bitch" (ooh) I used to sell a bit (sell a bit) But I don't fuck around no more, I'm celibate Had me trapped in that cell a bit Locked up with some pimps, told me, "Sell a bitch" (oh) Uhh, you used the stellar shit It's a difference from the truth and how they telling it There's some zygote for high, but I could sell a bit If you spook and neither God know where the cell is Sometimes you settle with the price to build the etiquette I got a better grip on life, my peoples delicate I went through deserts when the ice to find the messages I had to pull a blessing out the sky at my emptiest (sky) Why all his blessings in disguise keep finessing him? I hope the lessons thick I'm giving pressure to them guys, niggas gelatin I keep the premises alive And believe the sentences I scribe Niggas fed this shit We gon' need to check these niggas lines, niggas sentiments When we talking Benji's and the vibe Feeling separate, I got something heavy on my mind Where the dreadies sit, how did niggas left me out for dry Feeling envious, 'cause I draw affection through the slime Now my belly big, lost a couple bredrins to the grind I could never quit, I just be adventurous with mines Need the pennies quick Niggas still invested in the bribe and the friendliness Only ones to question me was God and the federate I be saying less like I forgot, fuck your regiment I won't take a rest so niggas pop, there's no resemblance 'Cause niggas play pretend for different sides (sides, sides) I used to sell a bit But I don't fuck around no more, I'm celibate Had me trapped in that cell a bit Locked up with some pimps, told me, "Sell a bitch"
Writer(s): Daniel Dewan Sewell, Kassa Purush Overall, Michael Jordan Bonema, Samuel Baker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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