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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bearface
Bearface
Vocals
Dom McLennon
Dom McLennon
Vocals
Joba
Joba
Vocals
Kevin Abstract
Kevin Abstract
Vocals
Matthew Champion
Matthew Champion
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique Simpson
Dominique Simpson
Songwriter
Ian Simpson
Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Songwriter
Ciarán McDonald
Ciarán McDonald
Songwriter
Matthew Champion
Matthew Champion
Songwriter
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Songwriter
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Producer
Bearface
Bearface
Producer
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Mixing Engineer
Dom McLennon
Dom McLennon
Producer
Kevin Abstract
Kevin Abstract
Producer
Matt Mysko
Matt Mysko
Assistant Engineer
Andy Maxwell
Andy Maxwell
Assistant Engineer
Chris Parker
Chris Parker
Assistant Engineer
Jabari Manwa
Jabari Manwa
Producer
Joba
Joba
Producer

Songtexte

She said, "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I'll make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look Trade in that noose they put around us for a Cuban link So my ancestors can see me shinin', tell me what you think? I remember the illusions that they tried to move to me That pollution still ain't stunt my evolution, what you choosin'? No chip on my shoulder, hunnid leagues under the sea (Hoo!) We live life like cheetah, power up like Hummer diesel Golden chain for niece and nephew Pessimistic, I do not hang 'round them boys Metaphysics, need another dimension I can enjoy She said, "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I'll make the wrist watch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I'll make the wrist watch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look Reportin' for the operation, I learned that the beauty is in the creation I added my detail for decoration, so, baby boy, what's the occasion? You dressed like you 'bout to take over a nation, avoidin' social litigation When that admiration turns into abrasion, y'all can find another station Otherwise, stay tuned, evolution comin' soon Rollin' deeper than a dune, howlin' at the moon, I'll be back in June Told my baby I'd be back in November Did some Beatles shit to kick off this September Crazy 'cause in 2010 I had some old friends That thought I'd be a—[censored], go fuckin' figure If I pull up out the tool Ridin' still up on the roof Seems like only legends do (Check this, hot lookin' babes!) Bitch, and that's the fuckin' move (I feel you, when she said–) She said, "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look Good riddance, goodbye, out of sight, out of mind Cutthroat every time, this time I get what's mine Where the hell is your back bone? Duckin' me like Whac-A-Mole Lookin' like an inflatable, at a car show; a spectacle Lick my finger, bet I found the wind, I follow that shit wherever it blows You hung yourself, that's not my fault, I just supplied the rope, ugh! Most thoughts I don't think twice, make decisions I'll die by Never asked for the drama, but I'll turn it into dollars Dollars! Dollars! Dollars! (Do you think about me?)
Writer(s): Romil Hemnani, Dominique Simpson, Matthew Garrett Champion, Jabari Manwarring, Ciaran Mcdonald, Russell Evan Boring, Ian Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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