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Future - Temptation (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Brytavious Chambers
Brytavious Chambers
Songwriter
Maudell Watkins
Maudell Watkins
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Gary Rafael Hill
Gary Rafael Hill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
Bryan Anzel
Bryan Anzel
Recording Engineer
Mike Synphony
Mike Synphony
Assistant Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Ivo Groenendijk
Ivo Groenendijk
Assistant Engineer

Songtexte

Freebandz Yeah, I'm the richest nigga out my city if you ain't know These hoes can hop on Spirit Airlines about it (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) I made it finessin', I turned into somethin' from nothin', yeah Made it through poverty, I'm the minority, you know my story Hop on the jet off my property, I fly away Fly, fly, fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah Copped me a presi', yeah, yeah Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah Rich nigga out of Zone 6, yeah All of these hoes came with it, yeah Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah I was tryna fight temptation, yeah Top gone, it's on vacation, yeah I'm not tryin' to hurt nobody Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Count up the hundreds, I promise some patience Give you some game, that's slow motivation We need the gas straight in the basement Switch up the swag, switch up the bag Niggas, they jockin' my swag 'cause it's fashion I do it bigger than niggas imagine Heard that bitch makin' up rumors She gave more head than a tumor And I got facts, I can prove it, yeah, yeah, yeah I got real rich and ain't get no diploma She think it's somethin' got to do with my mama Well I can't love her, like she need me That's what you get when you thinkin' of marriage Now I wake up and I fuck on a bad bitch Drugs got me savage It's so hard, it's so hard, these Perkys keep me sad All my dawgs, all my dawgs, found 'em locked up in the cage We gettin' paid, we so paid, move them bricks, then move on Switch them bags, switch them bags, then move on, then move on Copped me a presi', yeah, yeah Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah Rich nigga out of Zone 6, yeah All of these hoes came with it, yeah Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah I was tryna fight temptation, yeah Top gone, it's on vacation, yeah I'm not tryin' to hurt nobody Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Car full of bullets, ain't findin' no shooter That's what you get when you niggas delusional I remember when they thought I was average Now I wake up and I fuck on a bad bitch I tried to fight temptations, yeah Riches on riches on riches on riches on riches... And I can't lie, you... you sure had the first bust down Richard Mille I had seen in that form (Ayy what it do, ayy what it do) The first one (Ayy, what it do)
Writer(s): Leland Tyler Wayne, Gary Rafael Hill, Brytavious Chambers, Nayvadius Wilburn, Maudell Watkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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