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Nejlepší skladby od interpreta Crimsons Red
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay R3ckless
Songwriter
Texty
Pop in, they want me to drop it he wanted some more just like dis
Slayer said he fuck with the music, I might just be famous and shit
All of these niggas they hatin they hatin
They mad that they think I be droppin these hits
You wanna get in top of the show, but you couldn't even top up a brick
How many times you gonna say, wanna be blocked on the list?
I swear a nigga can't make it the way they he be talkin that shit
Bad lil' babe and she got it, she got it
She blowin my phone like Who Dis?
Lil B told me he got it so how'd the hell did you miss?
Why people askin for plain, you want designer just copy the fit
Hop in this dirty ro-shade
I'm making this up because you really didn't make this shit click
All on yo page, on yo page, on yo page
Make a lil bag, gotta pay a lil' rent
Shawty, the homie the homie Lil J
Yeah, time to get rich
Rich, aye time to get rich
Sell a Lil Uzi, might take me a flick
Im on yo page, why the comments Who Dis?
Blow up my phone I can't mess with that bitch
Look at the watch going Tiktok the wrist
Record me a song I don't miss
You shoulda shocken his brick
Hop out the back, and that sound like opiss
Pop in, they want me to drop it he wanted some more just like dis
Slayer said he fuck with the music, I might just be famous and shit
All of these niggas they hatin they hatin
They mad that they think I be droppin these hits
You wanna get in top of the show, but you couldn't even top up a brick
Pop in, they want me to drop it he wanted some more just like dis
Slayer said he fuck with the music, I might just be famous and shit
All of these niggas they hatin they hatin
They mad that they think I be droppin these hits
You wanna get in top of the show, but you couldn't even top up a brick
Writer(s): Jay R3ckless
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