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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Nate Hills
Nate Hills
Songwriter
Marcella Araica
Marcella Araica
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danja
Danja
Producer
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Iain Findlay
Iain Findlay
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Trehy Harris
Trehy Harris
Assistant Engineer

Songtexte

Yeah This Virginia Straight from the country, right there wit' my kinfolk Golds in my mouth and they put 26's on Benzo's Dirt roads, backwoods They got weed but I've been dope Ratchet, nigga we act hood But I'm getting money with these white folk Sippin' and I'm faded, super medicated Said she wanna check the pole I said, "Okay Sarah Palin", yeah, so I lay down and lay in A nigga gon' be faded, all the way to the a.m., yeah Boi, damn, whoa, shit Okay, more drink, pour it up (boi) More weed, roll it up (boi) Whoa there hoe, you know what's up (you know what's up) Quit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow down Pimps up, hoes down Ass up, nose down Damn, bitch I do it And this the life we chose Workin' all night swear I'm never going broke, bro And I'ma do this 'til I die And I ain't talking shit just 'cause I'm, just 'cause I'm (what?) (I'm high) Yup Whoa, boi Oh God, oh God (boi, boi) Okay, wow, bow Look at me now, chief like an Indian Talkin' in clouds, I'm high as a bitch I'm talking to clouds Off tree every night like I roam with the owls I super soak that hoe, show 'em no love just throw 'em a towel Still rocking Louis Vuitton condoms, 'cause I'm so fucking in style, wow New crib, crash that, drove here, cab back Now knock that pussy out, yeah, that's just a little cat-nap Hold up, hold up, woah Don't be smoking my shit, I be smoking that fire She be smoking my dick (my d-) Be smokin' my dick, boy lil' bitch Okay, okay, more drink, pour it up More weed, roll it up Whoa there hoe, you know what's up (you know what's up) Quit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow down Pimps up, hoes down Ass up, nose down Damn bitch I do it And this the life we chose Workin' all night swear I'm never going broke And I'ma do this 'til I die And I ain't talking shit just 'cause I'm, just 'cause I'm (what?) (I'm high) Smokin', chokin', always rollin' somethin' I don't need a key to start my car Bitch, I just push a button and theater showin' Got a half a mill' and spent it like it's nothin' Money flowin', never sober Smokin' 'til I got concussions, no discussions Man I got a condo and got a big crib Pounds all over my kitchenettes If I ain't on the road gettin' it Then I'm in the hood where my niggas live Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound 'bout to finish it Now all my pasta got shrimp in it You talk about it and I'm livin' it Fuckin' little bitch Woah Okay more drink, pour it up More weed, roll it up Whoa there hoe, you know what's up (you know what's up) Quit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow down Pimps up, hoes down Ass up, nose down Damn bitch I do it And this the life we chose Workin' all night swear I'm never going broke And I'ma do this 'til I die And I ain't talking shit just 'cause I'm, just 'cause I'm (what?) (I'm high) Real nigga never frontin' 'Cause when you got it all E'rybody want somethin' Middle finger in the air, no fist pump And me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumpin' Hah, finally got this bitch jumpin' Got this bitch jumpin' Fly, that's me
Writer(s): Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Christopher Maurice Brown, Marcella Christina Araica, Sean Michael Anderson, Cameron Jibril Thomaz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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