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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
K-Trap
K-Trap
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
K-Trap
K-Trap
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wonda
Wonda
Producer
Tryp
Tryp
Producer
Dukus Alemay
Dukus Alemay
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

Tryp on the beat I was depressed without that presser Clamped it and made one extra You ain't had a bird in the cab Same time you're on Capital XTRA Designer, mix, match But it cost a lot and it's droppin' well Let's lurk, two L's Load that fours with the dots as well I'm the same man that made Pyrex cool That's was rappin' and flyin' 'em all In school, couldn't bring my skeng But I had a flick shank in the dining hall Tie them laces I don't know your place at work but mine was vacant Got the brick and broke it Now it's slow drives in the spaceship Pretty little thing, can't ever get caught with kingpin No, that's headache USA about 20K, ATL then LA I was tryna link up with the killys in yard That's high grade spliffs and reggae Ties some string with the SK Opp block tryna press play Fans tellin' me I need rage or plate with the ice And it's nearly lockin' Plugged in, they barely got it Fully in season, yeah, she clocked me I was on the corner, robbers and shottas Party with barbies, bae, she blocked me Vexed cah all nigga do is lifestyle But at least man do it up properly Costs to be a boss And I paid it already and left a tip Good little spice Virgin, tight, only let the tip Respect the drip Don't draw me out, gotta mess the drip Man shot two 9's but the rest a myth So lit that she wishes she let me hit I can't bang, I'm way too gone, let my man paint it Bro got the Golden Boot, he tied them laces Premeditated, killed the game, I planned it Gimme that door, I'll slam it In a 4.3, it's draggin' Them rap songs got me lidge Big drip got me your b*tch Opp block, tryna play 'it' One hand ting, flicka da wrist Flick up a brick Broke it down and out but the stamp was Fendi Mix, match designer birds That's minor, me, S ran through plenty Fans tellin' me I need rage or plate with the ice And it's nearly lockin' Plugged in, they barely got it Fully in season, yeah, she clocked me I was on the corner, robbers and shottas Party with barbies, bae, she blocked me Vexed cah all nigga do is lifestyle But at least man do it up properly Costs to be a boss And I paid it already and left a tip Good little spice Virgin, tight, only let the tip Respect the drip Don't draw me out, gotta mess the drip Man shot two 9's but the rest a myth So lit that she wishes she let me hit
Writer(s): Benjamin K Arcangel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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