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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian Santalla
Adrian Santalla
Songwriter
Donny Flores
Donny Flores
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
PHE
PHE
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adrian Santalla
Adrian Santalla
Producer
Courtney Horton
Courtney Horton
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brandon Thomas
Brandon Thomas
Recording Engineer
Millz
Millz
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Joe Fitz
Joe Fitz
Mixing Engineer
PHE
PHE
Producer

Songtexte

I love it, I love it, I love it I swear that I love it Not to be cocky but they do it all tryna win Middle finger right up, big smile on my face I don't get impressed by too much I'm gon' keep it real, keep it real I love it, I love it, I love it I swear that I love it 150 dollars for a haircut Remember bein' broke and I ain't had much Fresh kicks, no whip, hard to add up Got on my grind, I'ma pray they have them bad luck Balenciaga, Margielas Bread winners set a world record I took my team to the 'chip Bought us all some new whips, to the death you forever fly Think what you want, we in the sky Boarded a plane we know why I'm not endorsing getting high She like when I'm stressin', it give me body New coupe, matte black, peanut butter guts Porsche truck, BM, she the runner up You ain't gotta say a thing when you live your dreams Crack a smile, mess around, blind everything I love it, I love it, I love it I swear that I love it Not to be cocky but they do it all tryna win Middle finger right up, big smile on my face I don't get impressed by too much I'm gon' keep it real, keep it real I love it, I love it, I love it I swear that I love it I could never let 'em turn my momma lights off Do whatever to survive, need it right now We the ones pretty girls used to turn down Now I got a nigga sweatin' all up in her mouth And they jumpin' through a hoop, doin' backflips And they say they get aroused by my accent Interstate, go and get it, comin' back with it Booty club, cuttin' up, throwin' racks in it Throw it back, get it In the club turnin' up, throw it back get it, get it, get it Throw, throw, throw, throw it back, get it Told my sister we okay, what you worried bout? Kevin Gates, I'm the one you prolly heard about Get a couple years, bounce back from the pen I'd do it all again for my kids, they the world now They the world now Get a couple years, bounce back from the pen I'd do it all again for my kids, they the world now They the world now I say I'm turnt up in this bitch (?) right now And I don't know how to turn down I love it, I love it, I love it I swear that I love it Not to be cocky but they do it all tryna win Middle finger right up, big smile on my face I don't get impressed by too much I'm gon' keep it real, keep it real I love it, I love it, I love it I swear that I love it Emotions on my sleeve, I can't even lie Copin' with depression, I don't even try Not to mention bad denim with some women Tend to get all in my feelin's, even contemplated suicide Deep secret, keep it in-between you and I Late night text message, baby you reply You ain't sleep yet? Baby I don't get tired Who would have thought I was a snorter and I hit a line Who would have thought I was a snorter and I hit a line
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Donny Flores, Azriel Rickley, Adrian Santalla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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