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Yo Gotti - Just Left The Hamptons (Official Audio)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Tahj Vaughn
Tahj Vaughn
Songwriter
Trenton Turner
Trenton Turner
Songwriter
Sterling Reynolds
Sterling Reynolds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tahj Money
Tahj Money
Producer
TouchofTrent
TouchofTrent
Producer
London Blu
London Blu
Producer
Liz Robson
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Letras

Aah, I don't wanna fight Baby I'm just fine I don't need you anymore Man, nigga got 'em I'ma tell all my lil' niggas, they got to level up You know what I'm sayin'? (TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) Billion dollar mind frame (Yeah), hunnid thousand chump change Gunpowder on my sleeve (Sleeve) and I ain't been to a gun range All these diamonds real as me, they certified (Certified) Ain't ducking no problems, just identify (Identify) All these bitches fuck with you, yeah, business-wise (Business-wise) They say you pay good just to get inside Nigga, you a trick where I'm from To a bitch, you a lick where I'm from You can't even visit where I'm from Picture having five hunnid thousand on your arm One-fifty on your chain, another seventy in your charm Picture having switches on your gun Once you pull that trigger, it's a drum and can't nobody run Get away from it Play with me, you got a date on it (For real) I tell a bitch to wait on it, bitch, I ain't your player homies On another note, I just left The Hamptons Landed in my city private, me and my accountants Michael Rubin just inspired me (For real) All white party, what's the earning That I thought getting a hunnid bricks was ill (Well, it is) Nigga a hunnid mill' in the crib (Ugh), damn This like '96 off (96) I used to have the money in the loft (In '06) Housing bitches with the work, that was law Worry when in one jump and I sold the sauce (Sold it raw) And when you won, you don't gotta say you a boss, nigga It's in your moves, never play to lose I graduated streets and school Clean look, college cut, half a ticket, I was moving smooth, nigga Seen in you in my school, nigga Ask my teachers 'bout me, this ain't nothing new Nigga (Nothing new, nigga) Most likely to succeed (I am) First semester college, got a thousand pounds of weed Yeah, I have more gas than Texaco College dropout, I went to study business out in Mexico You know, yeah, yeah, you know But on another note, I landed in The Hamptons with a Draco My mind fucked up, I gotta let these streets go Emotions don't feel safe, I don't think so I'd rather be prepared than not be ready I come from a world where shit get deadly Before I be a corpse, I'd be a celly (Yeah) And I'd rather rot before I tell it (Tell it) This no regular AP, this a skele' (Skele') Yeah, nigga, this the Holy Grail Like Amazon Prime, I'll send it through the mail Zip so tight, you'd think you had no sense of smell Street niggas sending rap money to the jails If I win a award, tell BET I want a scale I wanna represent the streets, I wanna represent them bells I went platinum in that kitchen, bringing it down, watchin' it gel I'm with the Krafts in The Hamptons, what the hell (The hell) Shit crazy Anything possible nigga, you know what I'm sayin' Real dope boy, nigga And I just left The Hamptons
Writer(s): Mario Mims, Tahj Javal Vaughn, Julien Andersen, Lukas Payne, Trenton D. Turner, Sterling Van Reynolds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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