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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shenseea
Shenseea
Vocals
Lola Brooke
Lola Brooke
Vocals
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Programming
Dready
Dready
Keyboards
Nick Bane
Nick Bane
Performer
King Los
King Los
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donny “Dizzy Cleanface” Flores for We Good
Composer
CHINSEA LEE
CHINSEA LEE
Composer
Carlos Coleman
Carlos Coleman
Composer
KARL JAIRZHINO DANIEL
KARL JAIRZHINO DANIEL
Composer
Philip Cornish
Philip Cornish
Composer
Shyniece Thomas
Shyniece Thomas
Composer
Julius Darrington
Julius Darrington
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Vocal Producer
Dready
Dready
Producer
Phil The Keys
Phil The Keys
Additional Producer
Nick Bane
Nick Bane
Mixing Engineer
Mario "Dunw3ll" Dunwell
Mario "Dunw3ll" Dunwell
Mixing Engineer
Jordan Brown
Jordan Brown
Mixing Engineer
Kyle "IRV" Harrington
Kyle "IRV" Harrington
Mixing Engineer
King Los
King Los
Vocal Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Don't you ever bring scared business to me You're lookin' at the toughest rassclaat Jamaican in the United States of America Ah, Shenseea Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer Grass green but mi still hustle fi make it greener More cheese pon mi bread, it look like pizza VVS so cold, straight out of my freezer Me nuh play, like the dealers, top shottas and squeezers Me nuh talk to bum bitch, bottom feeders Hot head fever, top model diva Pop bottles, we the champion Handle the ball like Kyrie I be main dish, you the side piece Lipstick red like a Ferrari You gon' make me flash on a bitch like paparazzi I'm too fly to crash out, but fuck it, kamikaze Shenseea Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer Lick a shot like trigger finger, I'ma stinger (bzz) My outfit a murder, it's a felony Bitches all in my business without an LLC Man, I do this shit for practice Sonned so many bitches, I might put 'em on my taxes Caribbean Serena with the racket I ain't goin' back and forth with bitches 'cause they ratchet Dem a real bloodclaat, man mascot Can't start beef 'cause the water run deep I got the type of money that can put ya six feet Count myself to sleep in ten thousand dollar sheets Bitches look like lunch, say ya grace, let's eat (big gator) Let's eat (uh-uh, uh-uh) What's beef? (What's beef? Uh-uh, uh-uh) Say ya grace, let's eat (uh-uh, uh-uh) Let's eat Grrt, set, go Never speak on business, it's supposed to be disclosed He gon' get For trolling on my post Man, fuck these hoe ass niggas I been fuckin' on the roads (uh-uh, uh-uh) It ain't a plane, it's Lola (uh-uh) Runnin' over feelings with a Rover Totin' up the toaster, even D1 players couldn't hold up Body like milk, nah, coca' (uh, grrah) Uh, I can hear your heartbeat (heartbeat) Hitters move faster than your heart beat Ain't none of they sins gon' haunt me I'm a ill ass bitch (bad gyal) Got 'em guzzlin' the hot shit Shenseea Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer Lick a shot like trigger finger, I'ma stinger (bzz, bzz) Let's eat (uh-uh, uh-uh) What's beef? (Uh-uh, uh-uh) Say ya grace, let's eat (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Writer(s): Carlos Coleman, Chinsea Lee, Donny Flores, Julius Darrington, Karl Jairzhino Daniel, Lola Brooke, London On Da Track, Philip Cornish, Shyniece Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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