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42 Dugg, EST Gee - Skcretch Sum (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Rap
EST Gee
EST Gee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Songwriter
David James Morse
David James Morse
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Morse
David Morse
Producer
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Engineer

Letras

Yeah, yeah FOREVEROLLING Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Stretch somethin' Lately, I been dreaming putting this heater on the next one Lil' bro want me sign him, I can't sign him 'til he catch one He say I'm the reason this shit is, then I stepped up Fuck whoever next up, tell 'em send they best one We gon' send him back holding his hat with decompressed lungs God helped me relax, I throw two back, help my depression These niggas ain't steppers, they too sleepy, and they messy eaters Ecstasy, eyes bleedin', tryna watch the meaning Niggas wan' be rappers badly, okay cool, let's book a feature He kept hollering, screaming, "Help me, Jesus," when that choppa squeezing (Oh, Lord) People need to learn how to take heed to signs 'Cause I might not get you, til' I do, then all your people dying I was quiet, puttin' it on the line, everyday for mine Niggas bitches, all on IG lyin', know that they ain't sliding You ain't ever run or walk nothing down, it's just something that rhyme Ask about me way before I signed, eye patch with a nine With a button on the back, you slide, I'll slide or die We 'bout up and arm, don't rock no fire if you ain't down to ride Stretch somethin' Lately, I been dreaming putting this heater on the next one Lil' bro want me sign him, I can't sign him 'til he catch one He say I'm the reason this shit is, then I stepped up Fuck whoever next up, tell 'em send they best one I probably got a three piece, two attempts with Ric, and one with Skeet Well, he had ducked, and I had bust, I think he died, but fuck it, I tried I'm not no bitch, I fuck with Val, Von on shit, I'ma know that cal All your hitters finally came from power, yeah, wow Know I'm down, ski's drown, got these broke boys, bands down Shred or go, check that store, room for two, they have a O Niggas be hoes, who the zone?, I was getting active, you was at home Nigga, I know you, and I show you, ain't been hoed, nigga, I ho you Free my brodie, never had a codie, bitch got an AP, mama got a Rollie And it's bust, bitch, free us, no more selling top, just tuh Send it to a public drop, on fucks, still got thirteen in my buffs Lost my main man, so what?, What about y'all? What about dawg? Bitch Stretch somethin' Lately, I been dreaming putting this heater on the next one Lil' bro want me sign him, I can't sign him 'til he catch one He say I'm the reason this shit is, then I stepped up Fuck whoever next up, tell 'em send they best one Stretch somethin' Riding with two heaters in my Demon tryna stretch somethin' Sonny got away, but it's okay, I'ma get the rest of 'em They know they got death coming I still tweak for Neff, dummy (Dummy, bitch)
Writer(s): Dion Marquise Hayes, George Stone, David Morse, Foreverolling Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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