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Lil Tecca - Blessing (Official Visualizer)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tecca
Lil Tecca
Vocals
Tago
Tago
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Tago
Aaron Tago
Songwriter
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Patrick ‘MixedByTheBest’ Rosario
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Tago
Tago
Producer

Letras

(Squad) Yeah, real shit (yeah) Yeah, that's real shit (my shit) Yeah, real shit (that's my shit) Ayy, it's real shit (that's my shit) Yeah, real shit, let's get it (my shit) Yeah, it's real shit Yeah, I'm the blessing, so who 'bout to bless me now? She wan' cuff and arrest me now I'm that nigga, no, you cannot test me out All that extra shit really gon' stress me out Put some Chrome on my chestpiece, wow (yeah, yeah) Leveled up, I just got me some XP, how? (Oh) You AP with a dead piece, how? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah) Niggas hoes when they look deep down (ayy, that's probably Tago) So I'm tired of keeping it real with 'em If it's fire, then we in the field with 'em Money turn niggas to guilt-trippers Had to learn that some people can't sit with us Never lied when I said that you let me down Never lied when you let me down Gossiping? Then you can't be 'round My niggas top ten, pull up ten deep, wow I really turnt to a problem Gotta chill out with the marijuana, ayy (gotta) Shawty want Balenciaga, Prada, she fuck wit' Dolce Gabbana Cooling 'cause she see I do what I wanna (uh) Chilling 'cause I know they still haven't caught up (uh) I got some sauce, now I'm sauced up (yeah) Turnt to a boss, now I'm bossed up Yeah, who the fuck gave a handout? Motion flowing, I don't know what's a drought I ain't never asked no nigga for help If I'm focused, I can do it myself You not me, so what the fuck you gon' tell me? Probably something that I just told myself (bop, bop, bop) You can't help you, how the fuck you gon' help me? Probably something that they couldn't tell theyself, yeah (yeah) Every time I come in clutch First why all my niggas, they clutching, ayy (for real) Who the fuck you trick? You bluffing Real shit, who the fuck you think you stunting? Gotta watch who the fuck you put your trust in (yeah) Actors fronting, but they getting dubbed (yeah, yeah) Niggas'll lose their pride for the buzz Yeah, I just guess that's really how it was Yeah, I just guess that's really how it was Yeah, I'm the blessing, so who 'bout to bless me now? She wan' cuff and arrest me now I'm that nigga, no, you cannot test me out All that extra shit really gon' stress me out Put some Chrome on my chestpiece, wow (yeah, yeah) Leveled up, I just got me some XP, how? (Oh) You AP with a dead piece, how? (Yeah) Niggas hoes when they look deep down (oh) So I'm tired of keeping it real with 'em If it's fire, then we in the field with 'em Money turn niggas to guilt-trippers Had to learn that some people can't sit with us Never lied when I said that you let me down Never lied when you let me down Gossiping? Then you can't be 'round My niggas top ten, pull up ten deep, wow You-you-you say you a blessing, I can't trust that, all day I came up here with my guys, so I trust my whole gang You-you-you say you a blessing I can't trust that ho, can't trust that, trust Came up here with my guys, so I trust my whole gang
Writer(s): Aaron Owuor Tago, Tyler Justin Sharpe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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