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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Serious Klein
Serious Klein
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kelvin Boakye
Kelvin Boakye
Songwriter
Tobias Breuer
Tobias Breuer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rascal
Rascal
Producer

Letra

Yeah... Why the fuck you always gotta make the boy flip and pull out the nine (yeah) Industry be lacking put em' in the casket, dawg don't waste my time (yeah) Cooking cooking, baking baking, sipp your white man soda Go mind your blind (yeah) I be here, to fuck these rappers up, young Se, the jig is up, I shine A couple dead bodies on my resume Had some niggas crave in my mail today Slap a motherfucker down, if he tryna elevate They can never touch a nigga crown, issa real estate I just need a break of fake religion, corny niggas, boujee bitches Dawg that's all we know Gotta treat her right, cause life still a virgin Please be easy, dip it slow Damn Se, never knew you that you that mad G How you always sounding different on these fucking Ras beats? Guess a nigga doing sports like a fucking athlete Nobody ever coming close if you really ask me Don't you forget a nigga conscious Price up, nigga better check the cost list Top 5 nigga, going where the top is Solo dolo Record selling nigga top this My life upside down, i can't breath Good God, please hold heart rescue me Leaves, leaves, leaves all over my face Bow my head, then I say grace Woke up to some new digits There go that penny for your thoughts Nigga new rythym Another day another dollar nigga Bentley coupe whipping I am never lacking, on my mama Catching you slipping I am on my 91 flexing, eh 91 flexing, eh, 91 flexing eh, Tell your mans down here no stressin 91 flexing, eh 91 flexing, eh, 91 flexing eh, Tell your mans down here no stressin Coldest nigga, father figure, Se the ripper Them niggas is overrated Coochie valley, little bitches Hide your feelings All I see is asses shaking Every time i come around I hear you talking Asked yo girl, i am still her favorite Load the choppa, make it rain on all you lames And then watch your fucking self forsake you A couple niggas on blast now A couple labels in their feelings on my ass now Phone calls all the hoes tryna spam All the critics turned fans Mothefucker who the man now? This the biggest pimpin, you gon' learn today Might gon' slap fed and make him turn today Heard you talking loud, watch a word today Just another line off the resume My life upside down, i can't breath Good God, please hold heart rescue me Leaves, leaves, leaves all over my face Bow my head, then I say grace Woke up to some new digits There go that penny for your thoughts Nigga new rythym Another day another dollar nigga Bentley coupe whipping I am never lacking, on my mama Catching you slipping I am on my 91 flexing, eh 91 flexing, eh, 91 flexing eh, Tell your mans down here no stressin 91 flexing, eh 91 flexing, eh, 91 flexing eh,
Writer(s): Tobias Breuer, Kelvin Boakye Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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