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Eli Fross - No AdLibs (Official Video Release) Winner Circle Ent.
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eli Fross
Eli Fross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Quamina
Elijah Quamina
Songwriter
Jeremy Soto
Jeremy Soto
Songwriter
Johnathan Scott
Johnathan Scott
Songwriter
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer
Chiveer
Chiveer
Co-Producer
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Mixing Engineer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ha-ha-hah Boom, boom, boom! (Great John on the beat, by the way) (Brrrt) Fross! I step on the scene, and get to action, look Think a nigga usin' tactics Done popped me a Perc', I'm gettin' active, look In this pussy, no relaxin' You ain't gettin' no money, quit the cappin', huh That's re-up for the package Be feelin' like Dexter when I'm trappin', look In the lab, I cook the magic Nigga, go get some money, why you cryin'? You ain't spinnin' no blocks, why you lyin'? When it start to get hot, niggas dyin' Better cop you a chop', and start to slidin' When this bitch give me top, she be wildin' Got her tongue on my dick, and she smilin' But I know that she with me 'cause I'm stylin' And if she think that she stayin', shorty wildin' Nigga, Fross on top Understand if you ain't with me You're gonna fall right at the end, yeah, woah Nobody clutchin' the semi You move funny, bullets gon' dance, yeah, woah A nigga just tryna see millies Make up for them days I pretended, woah A nigga be feelin' like Stewie My dawgs be with me no friends, yeah, woah Better get out of my face Ain't takin' no picture with hoes, you bitches is chopped A nigga done hopped in the plane Remember them days in the cold, and tried not to hide These gangsters be rats in the face They front on the 'Gram, and get booked then talk to the cops I told her I only need face And if you ain't doin' the gang, then get out the spot Bro moved to their sides and sprayed Then after I send them OT to get a new chop You wanted to cheat, it's okay You know that a nigga got hoes, you know I'm a thot You wanted the crown, but you late If you tried to hop on the wave, then you're gonna drown These niggas ain't give me a plate I went out, took my shit, ain't give a fuck how I step on the scene, and get to action, look Think a nigga usin' tactics Done popped me a Perc', I'm gettin' active, huh In this pussy, no relaxin' You ain't gettin' no money, quit the cappin', huh That's re-up for the package Be feelin' like Dexter when I'm trappin', huh In the lab, I cook the magic Nigga, go get some money, why you cryin'? You ain't spinnin' no blocks, why you lyin'? When it start to get hot, niggas dyin' Better cop you a chop', and start to slidin' When this bitch give me top, she be wildin' Got her tongue on my dick, and she smilin' But I know that she with me 'cause I'm stylin' And if she think that she stayin', shorty wildin' Yeah, that shorty wildin'
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Elijah Marcel Quamina, Karel Jorge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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