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Doja Cat - URRRGE!!!!!!!!!! (Audio) ft. A$AP Rocky
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Vocals
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Michael Holmes
Michael Holmes
Songwriter
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Derrick Hill
Derrick Hill
Songwriter
Kelvin J N Magnusen
Kelvin J N Magnusen
Songwriter
Tyler Jones
Tyler Jones
Songwriter
Kory Fernie
Kory Fernie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DZL
DZL
Producer
Rian Lewis
Rian Lewis
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Kelvin Krash
Kelvin Krash
Additional Producer
Neil Engle
Neil Engle
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Loced out Pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt Got me doing some stupid shit, monkey bitches make me click (Wanna fuck them kids, wanna fuck the world, wanna fuck them all, uh) Yeah Fuck them kids Ain't got nice words for none of them kids What you heard ain't what I said You got snakes all in yo' cap Yeah (don't, don't) Don't make me untie my durag (don't, don't) Don't make me send yo' ass to the gulag (don't, don't) Don't make me open up my new bag (new bag) Don't make me hit it off like food stamps (food stamps) You ain't mad at me, that's hormones, bitch (bitch) Takin' beans out the bag like cornhole, bitch (bitch) Mask on face, I ain't Zorro Fuckin' on dude lookin' like Antonio, bitch (bitch) Never sign nothin' who sold you those, bitch? (Bitch) Let me build my portfolio, bitch Fight the urge Fight the urge to talk my shit Fight the urge to fuck yo' bitch Fight the urge to keep gettin' rich Fight the- Fight, fight, fight the urge Gotta fight the urge to keep gettin' rich, ah Cross that line, it's a flat-line And you out of time like a deadline Somebody gon' bleed red wine If a nigga step on my landmine Hope my guys don't face (bed time) A renaissance god, I'm like (Greg high) Speak my mind, it's another headline (line) This blood look orange, call him Dev Hynes (woo!) I don't wear ESSENTIALS 'cause I'm quintessential Influential on the instrumental I'm intricate, the flow sentimental I'm unconventional, the grim is mental Yeah, I look like thugnificent Will someone tell the judge I'm innocent? I peep how they tried to cancel him Then resubscribe for the membership Fight the urge Make them bite the curb Might just strike a nerve Not the type to wife a bird I just might just buy a spur So I can write your curse Pop a nerve, I heard you like to swerve (hahaha) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (gotta keep, gotta keep) Gotta fight the urge Fight the urge to talk my shit Fight the urge to fuck yo' bitch Fight the urge to keep gettin' rich Fight the- Fight, fight, fight the urge Gotta fight the urge to keep gettin' rich, ah Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt Got me doing some stupid shit, monkey bitches make me click Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt Got me doing some stupid shit, monkey bitches make me click
Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Amala Zandile Dlamini, Derrick Hill, Tyler Nicholas Jones, Michael Daniel Holmes, Kelvin Jacob Nii-aryee Magnusen, Kory Adams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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