Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
zhunii
zhunii
Performer
Proxie
Proxie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fran Alvear
Fran Alvear
Songwriter
Oxid Zalu
Oxid Zalu
Composer
Pierottavio Carità
Pierottavio Carità
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
hw
hw
Producer

Lyrics

(You need Øxid)
Party at the club, all these bitches-bitches fuck
Get on me at the club, they party, but I'm on my own
T-t-they was just screaming out my name
She my number one fan, I'm too famous
Get on the floor, baby, I'm too insane
Got diamonds on my chain
B-b-b-b-bitch, I'm carrying the scene
G-g-got some molly, got some weed
Yeah, your idol's pedophile
Girl, watch me
Pop all night and your bitch is by my side
It's 3 a.m. tonight, we gonna have fun
Snort the drugs in my way to feel it like insane
If this bitch want on my dick, there's no shit to blame
B-b-blood dripping from my nose, she's acting like a ho
We ain't stoppin' the party, she is throwin' me her clothes
She wanna keep 'em off, I like you, emo girl
We can move to the bathroom, twenty minutes 'til I'm gone
Make it clap, I see you doin' right
That fat ass, bitch, it looks so fine
I ain't never gettin' tired of you
Just come in my bed tonight
T-t-they was just screaming out my name
She my number one fan, I'm too famous
Get on the floor, baby, I'm too insane
Got diamonds on my chain
B-b-b-b-bitch, I'm carrying the scene
G-g-got some molly, got some weed
Yeah, your idol's pedophile
Girl, watch me
Pop all night and your bitch is by my side
It's 3 a.m. tonight, we gonna have fun
Snort the drugs in my way to feel it like insane
If this bitch want on my dick, there's no shit to blame
Feelin' rockstar all the night, crazy bitches, they all mine
There's nothing in my mind, so I feel alright
Wearin' baggies just for fun, this sick scene is so fucked up
Just realize that your fucking idol is pedophile
Shit, I feel I'm going insane, try to catch us at the rave
Baby, put it down until your legs just scream, "Go away"
Screaming, "Go away", fuck this shit, I'm going insane
Ride on it while moaning my name, I won respect, not the same
Walkin' 'round the fashion week, tryna play the hide and seek
Your words killin' me, I'm spitting up until I'm feelin' sick
Walkin' 'round the fashion week, tryna play the hide and seek
Your words killin' me, I'm spitting up until I'm feelin' sick
Written by: Fran Alvear, Oxid Zalu, Pierottavio Carità
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