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Joony - CLASSY (feat. Tony Shhnow) [Official Music Video]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joony
Joony
Lead Vocals
Tony Shhnow
Tony Shhnow
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shareef Emanuel Taylor
Shareef Emanuel Taylor
Songwriter
Jonathan Negero
Jonathan Negero
Songwriter
Carrington Wilson
Carrington Wilson
Songwriter
Marquell Jones
Marquell Jones
Songwriter
Marquis Dancy
Marquis Dancy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Banbwoi
Banbwoi
Producer
Shareef Emanuel Taylor
Shareef Emanuel Taylor
Mixing Engineer
Cheaper Therapy
Cheaper Therapy
Producer

Letras

I just woke up flexin They ain't pay me attention now these bitches sending attachments Uh damn I jus woke up flexin I was stuck in yami I fucked tami I fucked helen Woah Fucked her then passed it that hoe too dramatic I'm ballin like magic I might just go Patek Walked in the mall and spent 20 on fashion shit Luh hoe I'm fresh as shit bitch I ain't bappin Walk in that bitch like what's hannin I turned that bitch to a dancer I filled up that ass with the plastic When you fuck me you fuck me with passion I'm in that Track boutta crash it I'm in that Jeep bout to crash it She suck me up from the passenger Bitch I thought that you said you was classy You ain't tell me that you was this nasty Woah Woah Woah All this money just twerkin and dancing I'm in love wit the drugs and the fashion She ain't fuckin I get her a taxi Kick her out the house made her call her own Uber You ain't come to spend the night here what you doin My bitch bad but I'm already ruined I snuck in the Vu I got two in Her girlfriend Latina I'm tryna get a Cuban Her boyfriend an actor we clip em start shootin I hit the mile high but I'm under influence I talk to the paper my money flow fluent Point me to the ratchets I need a thick one that know how to give that good head just like Suki The devil wear Prada the demons wear Gucci She want me to sing for her but I'm not Toosii Don't tell me you love me you just want to use me She fight me to fuck me her feelings confusing I hop in the water stop moving I take off my shirt and bad bitches start choosing You want spin bout that bitch but you ain't even looped in I get so high that my body just flew in She think she high class but I'm truant I relate to the money sign we true kin No you can't hop in this Benz you ain't been where we been I came in this world by myself with no friends She think she earned that bag bitch you bent You think I'm worried you must sniff fent You looking for me then I'm in the tint You can't live like this you can't afford the rent How imma beef with the boy he a shrimp Your bitch can't even fuck me I'm a pimp I got that work at my house you a temp You shake on your word over here and get stripped I just woke up flexin They ain't pay me attention now these bitches sending attachments Uh damn I jus woke up flexin I was stuck in yami I fucked tami I fucked helen Woah Fucked her then passed it that hoe too dramatic I'm ballin like magic I might just go Patek Walked in the mall and spent 20 on fashion shit Luh hoe I'm fresh as shit bitch I ain't bappin Walk in that bitch like what's hannin I turned that bitch to a dancer I filled up that ass with the plastic When you fuck me you fuck me with passion I'm in that Track boutta crash it I'm in that Jeep bout to crash it She suck me up from the passenger Bitch I thought that you said you was classy You ain't tell me that you was this nasty
Writer(s): Carrington Wilson, Jonathan Negero, Marquell Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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