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froM thE bottoM oF mY hearT
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LEW
LEW
Performer
Nathaniel Bielefeldt
Nathaniel Bielefeldt
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathaniel Bielefeldt
Nathaniel Bielefeldt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Garza
Garza
Producer
tuffi
tuffi
Producer
Kaverrmade
Kaverrmade
Producer
PUREDANDYY
PUREDANDYY
Producer

Lyrics

I just wanna say from my bottom of my heart I Like to take this chance to apologise To absolutely nobody Look, you niggas be sharing beds at the Sheraton I'm at Ritz with two bad bitches sharing me Now that I'm poppin' these hoes want to marry me Bond with these niggas? Nah, they want to burry me Ordered the sushi, the chef is preparing it Came from the bottom, I'm not going there again Seen him on Insta live spreading narratives Pop, pop, pop, pop, guess we won't see him there again I'm in the lab like I'm doing experiments I got to win in this life, it's imperative Reminiscing on when life wasn't fair to me Used to be broke, nigga, that's why i'm arrogant Boy, I couldn't tell you what's more embarrassing That bitch you with or the fact that you cherish her Buzzin' in Europe, this shit isn't regular They fuck with the kid like "Catching a Predator" Border security back in America Brought two bitches back with me, I'm declaring 'em The end is near for y'all and it's hilarious The writing's on the wall like barbarians AMG Benzo, I got trouble steering it 600 horses, it feels like a chariot Free all my niggas, man, shout out to Harriet Just had to say that, I know it's irrelevant Look where I came from, it ain't no comparison Eight hours shift, I was working the register Sleeping on hardwood floors will build character None of this shit that I got was inherited Swinging for the fence, I don't got no fear Boy, I'm bringing it home like a Seattle Mariner Hundred thousand dollars deals in my cellular Built it from the ground like a developer I don't even want to guess What niggas be doing for sex What bitches be doing for Benz and Louis V None of y'all got my respect I thought you niggas was next? Somehow you pussies regressed I thought that y'all had the will and the drive for success It must've got repossessed Ooh That's my niggas knocking at the door Koast just walked in and he got the pole But it's tucked under the trench Nobody knows (nobody) Nobody knows Ooh That's your girlfriend knocking at my door (uh, uh) She just walked in ready for the pole She's a slut and I'm the only one who knows The only one who knows, oh, oh, oh
Writer(s): Nathaniel Bielefeldt, Moritz Heuer, Mostafa Yaagob Al Hares, Peter Andreev Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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