Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chy Cartier
Chy Cartier
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Jones
Joshua Jones
Songwriter
Chyna Dacrie
Chyna Dacrie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BenjiFlow
BenjiFlow
Producer

Στίχοι

We call your name, they're like, "Who are you?"
I bet they know me though, I rap that real shit
Boss bitches can relate to
To tango, it takes two, I never ever argue
I'm not runnin' up my mouth for free
They're givin' me a cheque like Nike just to run it on the mic
And then I'm probably goin' shoppin', hoppin' out a Vito
I got no favours left to give
So when you ask me, the answer will be, "No"
And I'm rarely in a dress, still a girly girl
**** see me in their whip and spin the blizz
Spin the block, give it the twirly-twirl
And that's even in my tracksuit, one-ten
I used to have this one friend, looked at like my kin
Secret animosity, energy vampire
Any little thing, I'm jumpin' in, it used to backfire
I'm too real and that's my problem
You know I'm a problem, I know I'm a problem
They don't really want it, weighin' up their options
Straight outta North, not Compton
You could tell by the way that I dress
You could tell by the way how I talk, probably how I walk
Never ever borrowed, all my clothes, I bought
What you thought? What you thought?
What you thought? What you thought?
Shit can't be taught
Don't be a doofus (Uh), I'm killy, he ruthless (Ruthless)
Fill it up, petite but he quick to leave it toothless (Brr)
The lights are on but nobody is at home (Uh)
I could never take cheque, you need to get a backbone (Backbone)
Braver on the phone, watch the mad tone (What?)
Catfish 'cause you ain't 'bout the badness in person (Uh)
Runnin' up your mout', gonna make this situation worsen (Shut up)
Said I'm havin' dinner with the plug, like
Got a translate, why? Can you talk German? (German)
I don't mean to brag, bag, money conversion (Woo)
I like watchin' money pile up (Pile up)
I can't do the fake shit, so if I don't feel you, won't smile up
If I don't like you, you can tell (Yeah)
Chanel for the smell (Yeah)
Spray it on my neck and my wrist as well
I'm defiant, no, this corn sweetly
It's not the Green Giant, so quick to give them hell (Boy)
You know I'm a problem, I know I'm a problem
They don't really want it, weighin' up their options
Straight outta North, not Compton
You could tell by the way that I dress
You could tell by the way how I talk, probably how I walk
Never ever borrowed, all my clothes, I bought
What you thought? What you thought?
What you thought? What you thought?
Straight outta North
Written by: Chyna Dacrie, Joshua Jones
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