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Young Thug - Daddy's Birthday [Official Audio]
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
London Holmes
London Holmes
Songwriter
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Producer
Sean Riggins
Sean Riggins
Recording Engineer

Letras

Just a typical day in New York, you know what I'm sayin' I'm high as fuck, yeah Diamonds on me Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain I must've taught myself a million things I'm out the trap, I can sell anything I wish I would allow myself to hear this old dream I pray my daughter never ever experience no train I told her Colgate, baby, you gotta keep your teeth straight Yeah, bae, I'm flexing, ex textin' (hold on, woah I'm just textin') Brand new 'Rari, Smith & Wesson (brand new 'Rari, woah, skrt) Made myself a balla, want my credit, yuh Speaking of credit, bellhop owe me, I got credit, yuh Vrrrm, V12, y'all ain't ready at all (skrt) Trapping beats, I'm like, "Hurry up and buy" Extra Draco for my pops, 'cause his birthday 4th of July I'm so busy, it making me feel like I'm in and out my kids' lives (hey) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (I'm the father of six babies) Oooh (you know what I'm sayin?) Ooh, new coupe, new shoes (new coupe, brand-new shoes) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Red bottoms, I'm kicking shit, I'm flossing on you fools (Flossin' on you) Cameltoe big, I see the print inside her suit (cameltoe) Rose gold my jewelry up, and I'm in and out it too (in and out it) Fuck 'em by the two and let them travel with a few (fuck 'em hoes) All this fuckin money, had me switchin', now bye boo I'm livin' right, and I ain't ever read a book Chanel vintage, you can put it on the books The way I whip that pot, they charging me with cruelty, ayy Yeah, don't try to stop me, don't you try to knock me You see me got these crackers in the backpack You gotta forgive my heart, I don't mean to stunt like that (I don't mean to do that to you, you know what I'm sayin') Red bottoms on, I'm at Met Gala (I'm 'bout to spaz) Ain't playin', yeah, I want every problem (bitch, I'm 'bout to spaz) Two thousand dollar for the newest snake collar (snake, yeah) Vintage swagger (vintage swag), head dollar (ain't playin') Rock clean, Balmain (c'mon, let's get it) Vintage swag (just vintage hoe), new Celines (just want my glasses) Hands dirty (hey), watch me turn them clean (clean, clean) Lil' shawty hot (magic), kerosene I'ma kill by any means, favorite sound ching-ching I spray her face with my genes, I'ma turn up with my team New condo on 17th (new condo hoe) I turn none to something (I turned nothin' to somethin') AP match my jeans (AP), Converse is McQueen (woah) Patek for my queen (swag), gambling for these coins Mattress in front of the swing (uh-huh), private jet living (pussy ass nigga) I'm on go like beam (I'm on go), new Backwoods no strings I put ice in my cup, indoor pool, no chlorine Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain I must've taught myself a million things I'm out the trap, I can sell anything I wish I would allow myself to hear this old dream I pray my daughter never ever experience no train I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, new coupe, new shoes, ooh, ooh Red bottoms, I'm kicking, I'm flossing on you fools (flossin' on you) Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit (cameltoe) Rose gold my jewelry up, and I'm in and out it too (in and out it) Fuck 'em by the two and let them drive in with a few
Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, London Tyler Holmes, Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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