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The Game - Fortunate (ft. Kanye West, Dreezy & Chiller)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
CHILLER
CHILLER
Vocals
Dreezy
Dreezy
Vocals
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
Seandrea Sledge
Seandrea Sledge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Brian Sumner
Brian Sumner
Recording Engineer
Dereck Negron
Dereck Negron
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tobias Wincorn
Tobias Wincorn
Co-Producer

Στίχοι

Yo, Ye Yo Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up On my way Aight Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop 'Cause I'm a G.O.A.T. in the roaster, sandlot Big dawg, baseball, sniffin' 'til your face off Only makin' short stops, the Apple call me A-Rod This is 30 for 30, out the six-god Everybody Thanos 'til you show up with a hit squad Brick squad, 1017 out the trunk Timbaland know the chopper go bra-rum-ba-bum-bum Billie Eilish, I go stylish, Ivan Drago wrist rocky Nigga, I go viral, suicidal doors up, touch the Eiffel On a cross next to Yeezy like they crucified you Michael, Michael Jordan, Tyson, Michael Myers Grab the mic and I'm a killer for hire, man On the freeway, dippin' with IMA Don Cheadle when I'm grippin' the iron, man Ye I'm him, I'm him, I'm, I'm I'm him, I'm him, I might have to drop the Yeezy swim Just, just to get Yeezy to swim She said "Yeezy need to drop it in her windpipe" (her windpipe) Still ain't met a hoe that I didn't wife (didn't wife) "Since his momma passed, he ain't been right" (been right) Rich nigga shit, this a different life (different life) Shit too cloudy when you get your ice (get your ice) Old school Audi, man, that shit nice (shit nice) Two joints hangin' out the balcony If a another bitch give me The Alchemy Tell me this her favorite book what I'm bound to see What, what, what, what How many niggas had it out for me Did you tell your girlfriends that you down to leave? (To leave) You so fortunate 'Cause we doin' it big, Notorious You so fortunate You got a picture with Ye without forcin' it You so fortunate She the drink champ, she Nore'd it I could tell, I could, I could tell She the G.O.A.T. I could tell, I could, I could tell Ayy I'm so fortunate, I put the stars in the ceilin' like a ornament Yeah, hour-glass body so proportioned I'm under 30 with a 30 like the Forbes and shit You know I'm with The Game if all my niggas throwin' up the letter B (the letter B) You know I'm with Ye when I say it ain't nothin' that you tellin' me Make a white nigga switch his Pornhub to ebony I went from Berettas and the shotta to keepin' that berretta clean Like fuck a bank, I count it like calculators We movin' one step ahead of you, every move calculated Don't ask me 'bout the opps, we slid, they evacuated You come on the block, you gotta check in like a baggage claim, nigga Big Dreez (big Dreez) Timbo the king Nigga, Ye had us in Miami writin' for a month We kept a sixteen or two I told her give me neck like flamingos Tú tienes novio, Numinatti lingo Diamonds like a stripper name, star like Ringo I'm with Ye lookin' for a Christian to mingle Gray sweats, mink coat They gon' see the AK-47 talkin' all that jazz, I'm Caralingo Last night I was in the Chi', sippin' Barefoot How I end up all the way in Paris with a pink toe? Just got a passport, I ain't even ask for it We ain't runnin' 'round with Ye, he got the cash for it (cash for it) Balenciaga in the living room, I ain't even open the box yet Box card, box cutter, got these niggas boxed in What you expect from a nigga out the projects? No contest (contest), I told her, "In bed, I'm Embiid You just gotta trust the process" (process) You so fortunate 'Cause we doin' it big, Notorious You so fortunate You got a picture with Ye without forcin' it You so fortunate She the drink champ, she Nore'd it I could tell, I could, I could tell She the G.O.A.T. I could tell, I could, I could tell I could tell, I could, I could tell I could tell, I could, I could tell
Writer(s): Kanye West, Seandrea Sledge, Jayceon Terrell Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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