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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bas
Bas
Rap
The Hics
The Hics
Background Vocals
Kaleb Rollins
Kaleb Rollins
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abbas Hamad
Abbas Hamad
Composer
Benjamin Tolbert
Benjamin Tolbert
Composer
Gabriel Rene
Gabriel Rene
Composer
Michael Holmes
Michael Holmes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DZL
DZL
Producer
Groove
Groove
Producer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Kaleb Rollins
Kaleb Rollins
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Honey, I'm home, like Lucy I've been on road like two seasons She takes me back and still wet And sent a pic, a silhouette I gave my phone a slip roulette And turned my back-light on, next leg Can I make out details? I'm just tryna peep I know that tunnel deep Well, I guess I'm a freak Said, bitch, I'm headstrong, that's what the winds do (yeah) Black Jedi, Mace Windu I set sail and I follow where the wind move Go hard, I gave hell, they gotta give swim moves And they got nothing on mine Oh, my No they got nothing on mine Oh, my, my Oh my, I got 40 on the wrist, 20 on my sleeve Left the neck home, MSRP, must be a couple hunnid on the V (got it) Forgiatos on my feet, you know my body You at the hotel with the ramen noodles in the lobby We do it messy, run out to Jozi All the lil' shorties call me Bhubesi And that's the whole story Back in my city I feel like I'm Gretzky Jeter, Namath, Ewing I gotta watch my back 'cause I got a name these hoes could ruin Old news, she let me cry like a cold brew I let her run through my whole crew She hit me back and I dubbed her (quiet) Better fuck great when you sex me, yeah Better text right when you text me (uh) Don't let the feds open She on the bed sportin' Lingerie, legs open Devil in red, snorting that Ed Norton That convo' dead (quiet) Left it on read, very important Nothing was said, say less Trap out the rental, we got the P in the middle But I know a way we could pay less Look like some movie stars Everybody is a atheist 'til the shooting starts They gluten soft, their glue is off They grew apart Bottom line, ain't no bottom line 'til it's rock bottom with the crew involved Who are you to talk with some Queens niggas who been through it all? I'm through it Said, bitch, I'm headstrong, that's what the winds do (yeah) Black Jedi, Mace Windu I set sail and I follow where the wind move Go hard, I gave hell, they gotta give swim moves And they got nothing on mine Oh, my No, they got nothing on mine Oh, my, my Oh, my Oh, oh, oh, my, my Oh, my Oh, oh, oh, my, my
Writer(s): Michael Holmes, Gabriel Rene, Abbas Hamad, Benjamin Tolbert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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