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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
DJ Showtime
DJ Showtime
Programming
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Programming
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Charles Robert Reese
Charles Robert Reese
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Brett Bailey
Brett Bailey
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
DJ Showtime
DJ Showtime
Producer

Letras

Bitch I, I make so much God damn hits Gon' get blitzed Yeah, that part Hit-maker, and shit Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Skrrt Called the label, tell 'em that I need to make more than this I been makin' hits my whole life, man, I make so much hits I'm thankful, Lord, I'm grateful for this Boy, I stayed up, I was waitin' 'cause I prayed for this shit Go and drop the addy, T-shirt with no panties Audi came from Germany, I got it free in North Miami She get on and try and stay on the dick Takin' all day long, spent a long day on the dick She love pull out, high-speed, no breaks for the dick That's why she'll get on her knees, she'll pray for thе dick Posted inside her lеgs, break for bread Remember days, run up in your place, left for dead Run up in your place, get in that nigga's face, like it ain't his It's a blessing in disguise that my niggas in the pen' Used to mask up and get in disguise, call it Treat or Trick Lost my head, money on my mind, I can't beef for shit I got too much money, who wan' hate on this? Too much money, gotta hit the school for some paperclips All this paper in this room, no paperclips I broke the ruler tryna calculate this shit I'm dripped in flavor, all these noya boys sad All this paper, I need a ruler or a bookbag Shawty said she hungry for the dick She go ape-shit, she said she'll kill police for the dick Called the label, tell 'em that I need to make more than this I been makin' hits my whole life, man, I make so much hits I'm thankful, Lord, I'm grateful for this Boy, I stayed up, I was waitin' 'cause I prayed for this shit Go and drop the addy, T-shirt with no panties Audi came from Germany, I got it free in North Miami She get on and try and stay on the dick Takin' all day long, spent a long day on the dick She want a nigga to herself She want a young nigga to help expand her wealth I'm chillin', built like top shelf Divin' inside of that pussy, feelin' like Michael Phelps Lot of bodies on my belt But she already known that, she get past it How you fit up in 'em jeans? Must be elastic How I steal her like this, I'm doin' magic That shawty gon' hold me down, through the madness That lil' shawty beautiful, should be in pageant Can't see her in no cubicle, lil' baby boxed up And I rode for shawty flossed up, it might cost ya Single mother with a daughter, ain't got no time Ride my dick just like it's manta, reverse, rewind Tryna work on to your face until I'm 99 Any nigga play with you, I'ma lay 'em down Called the label, tell 'em that I need to make more than this I been makin' hits my whole life, man, I make so much hits I'm thankful, Lord, I'm grateful for this Boy, I stayed up, I was waitin' 'cause I prayed for this shit Go and drop the addy, T-shirt with no panties Audi came from Germany, I got it free in North Miami She get on and try and stay on the dick Takin' all day long, spent a long day on the dick
Writer(s): Derek Garcia, Miles Parks Mccollum, Bill Kapri, Charles Robert Reese Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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