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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
APH
Songwriter
Ben Harris
Songwriter
Στίχοι
(Yeah, Ben Harris yeah, APH yeah uhh Knightmares)
(Woah Woah)
Ooh it's a tragedy
Lil' bitch you cannot be
On my level, I'm on top like a canopy
Sorry to spill the can of beans
Y'all living Ludacris Fantasies
While this movie a reality
Look more like Slater but run shit like Zachary
No bell gon' save you when I let this ratchet speak
Have yo team frantically shaking like tambourines
Skating on thin ice make you buckle like Bambi's knees
Got a big booty bitch 'cus flat asses don't flatter me
I threw this dick up in her oral cavity
Painted her face and created a masterpiece
No, for real shit belong in a gallery
Brain so good she could start her own academy
Only fly private what the fuck is baggage claim
(No for real, Shit)
Can't move my wrist shit, someone grab the antifreeze
Stay plugged, full battery
On my toes like I cannot reach
Bitch, I be ready
All this damn water
Gon Break the dam levee like
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Bitch we on it
Only be speakin that boss shit
Ain't talkin' money why the fuck we talkin'
Why you so finicky
Why you so finicky
So fake and so finicky talkin' big shit but just wasting my energy
Plus I got that Hen in me
You fuckin' offending me
Are you fucking kidding me
Are you fucking kidding me
I had a friend go ahead and turn to my enemy
Niggas you moving so funny and finicky
Move a few packs you act like a 10 a key
I might have to take you way back
Skinny jeans and a wave cap
Treat ya girl like a Maybach
Let her ride me while I lay back
No chaser, this straight Jack
Doubled up on a four pack
Now I'm pushing bout 12 racks
Stacking bread no flapjacks
Fuck a friend make a stack back
More head then a snapback
If you take a loss then you snap back
If its bad luck then you snap that
Like, Oh shit
Bitch, I be ready
All in the cut like I have a machete
Break ya girl jaw like its Ed, Edd & Eddy
Adrenaline pumping but my hand stay steady like
Oh no, Oh Woah
I got the sauce, Yeah I got the juice
On top of my game like I live on a roof
I got a sedan but might cop me coupe
Bitch, I be ready
All this damn water
Gon Break the dam levee like
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Bitch we on it
Only be speakin that boss shit
Ain't talkin' money why the fuck we talkin'
Why you so finicky
Why you so finicky
So fake and so finicky talkin' big shit but just wasting my energy
Plus I got that Hen in me
You fuckin' offending me
Are you fucking kidding me
Writer(s): Aph & Ben Harris
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