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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Vocals
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White IV
Michael Lamar White IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Kzuni
Kzuni
Producer
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Producer

Lyrics

Hahahaha Huh, I don't feel too well (Too well) Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (Too well) The gang throwin' up we don't feel too well (Feel too well) Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (Feel too well) Mama hit my phone, Say she worried 'bout my health (Worried 'bout my), yeah I don't feel too well (Feel too well), I don't feel too well (Feel too well) I don't feel too well (Feel too well), yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well Pneumonia in my nails, I drip in Chanel Underdog gon' give 'em hell, beat the pussy 'til it's pale Fuck her, make her yell, countin' all this green, my kale You got old, yeah, bitch you stale, how you ridin' and you tell? Everyone for themselves, man, this world so cold And my wrist so cold, man I'm sick, I got a cold Need a fuckin' mink coat (Coat), yeah Pour me up a four like I got a strep throat Huh, I don't feel too well (Too well) Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (Too well) The gang throwin' up we don't feel too well (Feel too well) Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (Feel too well) Mama hit my phone, Say she worried 'bout my health (Worried 'bout my), yeah I don't feel too well (Feel too well), I don't feel too well (Feel too well) I don't feel too well (Feel too well), yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well Lil Tory! All this shit and all it ain't no biggie Ayy, best believe it, bitch, this ain't no Ripley My shooters shootin', ask him, is he dead? We left that boy the color Trippie dreads All my dawgs rich as hell, yeah Flip them bitches in the mail, yeah Flip them bitches off the scale, yeah Made a mil' and screaming, "Hell yeah" Bad lil' bitch and she Brazilian Took her out to eat Italian Fucked your bitch and she should tell ya Fucked your bitch and she said, "Hell yeah" Fucked your bitch and she said, "Hell yeah" Took the bitch into a newer lane Shitted on your jeweler, new manure How I do maneuver in the new Mulsanne Popping on your bitch, I'm doing things Popping on your bitch, I'm doing things Got the red diamond shining blue range I'ma pull up on him with his boo thang Yeah, my ringer ringing, switching colors on 'em Baby, but it's not a mood ring I done kept this shit hotter than blue flame And these sucka niggas made my mood change Cops, all them niggas, they under me They down to shoot when it come to me That's all I keep in my company That's all I keep in my company Huh, I don't feel too well (Too well) Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (Too well) The gang throwin' up we don't feel too well (Feel too well) Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (Feel too well) Mama hit my phone, Say she worried 'bout my health (Worried 'bout my), yeah I don't feel too well (Feel too well), I don't feel too well (Feel too well) I don't feel too well (Feel too well), yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well
Writer(s): Daystar Peterson, Darrel Jackson, Michael Lamar White Ii, Ricky Harrell Jr, J Valentino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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