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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Triggerfinger
Triggerfinger
Performer
Method Man
Method Man
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ruben Block
Ruben Block
Composer
Paul Van Bruystegem
Paul Van Bruystegem
Composer
Mario Goossens
Mario Goossens
Composer
Patrick Charles
Patrick Charles
Lyrics
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Drakoulias
George Drakoulias
Producer
Gregory Gordon
Gregory Gordon
Mixing Engineer
Chris Claypool
Chris Claypool
Engineer

Songtexte

Yeah yeah, oh yeah Yeah yeah, oh yeah Yeah yeah, fuck yeah Yeah, first hit it like a virgin Yeah, first give you my last name First sniff got you open Yeah, first taste, you going insane First hit it like a virgin Yeah, first give you my last name Yeah, first sniff got you open First taste, you going insane If you never felt nothing like this Could you relate? I can tell by the look on your face It's your first taste First of all the squad is money come first mob Fell face first in the game and got me my first scar First to ride like a friend on his first nod First to get fired, the first day on his first job But first things first, you're messing with the worst baby Give me the presidental suite and the first lady I make the first verse crazy, purposely great Sixteen bars, three verses, my first forty-eight This is the one The race is on Before the taste is gone This is the one The one and only, first And then you let it run This is the one The race is on Before the taste is gone This is the one The one and only, first And then you let it run And then you let it, And then you let it run If you never felt nothing like this Could you relate? I can tell by the look on your face It's your first taste Be the first to front, you be the first to get jumped like a bone thug Check me like every first of the month I box'em in like just to be the first to punch Second thought lock'em in like somebody in the trunk First amendment is the freedom of speech Too many rappers sell the freedom for cheap The first taste, homey, on cloud nine I ain't feeling my feet, I play to win I ain't feeling defeat, I'm first place homey This is the one The race is on Before the taste is gone This is the one The one and only, first And then you let it run This is the one The race is on Before the taste is gone This is the one The one and only, first And then you let it run If you never felt nothing like this Could you relate? I can tell by the look on your face It's your first taste Hit it like a virgin Give you my last name The first you taste First to come You let it stick or you let it run The first you taste First to come You let it stick or you let it run Yeah yeah yeah Yeah, fuck yeah It's gonna stick First sniff got you open Yeah, first taste, you going insane First hit it like a virgin Yeah, first give you my last name Yeah, first sniff got you open First taste, you going insane If you never felt nothing like this Could you relate? I can tell by the look on your face It's your first taste This is the one The race is on Before the taste is gone This is the one The one and only, first And then you let it run This is the one The race is on Before the taste is gone The one and only, first And then you let it run And then you let it, And then you let it run If you never felt nothing like this Could you relate? I can tell by the look on your face It's your first taste I take the first taste I take the first taste
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Patrick Charles, David Bianco, George Drakoulis, Mario Goossens, Paul Antoon Juliaan Bruystegem, Ruben Block Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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