Video musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo
Fredo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marvin Bailey
Marvin Bailey
Songwriter
Josiah Dixon
Josiah Dixon
Songwriter
Tyrell Paul
Tyrell Paul
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
169
169
Producer
Jaiah
Jaiah
Producer
Mennie
Mennie
Engineer
Dukus
Dukus
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Talk of the town, I'm the talk of the town, huh (serious) Walkin' around, I can't be walkin' around (can't be walkin' around, uh-uh) What the fuck are they talkin' about? (Ayy, bro) Ayy, ayy, bro for real they're talkin' 'bout this and that, but have you ever wondered like What the fuck are they talkin' about? Mans way too lit to be walkin' around Talk of the country, not talk of the town Get the drop on a opp, stalkin' 'em down (stalkin') If I cop more water, I'll drown (drown) Plain Rollie, bussin' it down (down) Plain AP, bussin' it down (bussin' it down) Women blush when we're comin' around (comin' around) It gets lit when we come in the party (party) Call me Ken 'cause I come with the Barbies (Ken) Said I would then I flooded a Carti' (flooded a Carti') Can't find you then we bun up your darggie So tell me what dem man are talkin' about? (huh?) I was the one with the raw in a drought More time niggas just talkin' for clout Blacks got a five for a .4 in his pouch Been Persian (Persian) Been lurkin' (lurk) Been peekin', fiends curtains (curtains) Yo, check out the whips, they been German And I'm quicker in the box than Raheem Sterling (Raheem) Since I fucked she ain't left me alone Runnin' me down, textin' my phone Them guns bringin' feds, it's a mess on the roads So I keep a Rambo like Sylvester Stallone I'm smokin' an opp, stressin' for bro (bro) Don't make it better, methods of coke (coke) How many got dipped in the face? We roll up, jump out and christen the place My mum used to phone up dem feds every week and tell them how I'm missin' again (again) But mummy, I never was missin' I was with all my niggas in kitchens with 'caine This is a banger, I did it again (again) Put BDK on a glittery chain (my nigga) Think it cost more than a nigga that paid It's always a dumb bitch that's givin' me brain White cling ain't hittin' the same I need the purple one, sticky like tape Drop it in and we're forkin' it out I've been trappin' from young what you talkin' about? (what you talkin' about?) What the fuck are they talkin' about? Mans way too lit to be walkin' around Talk of the country, not talk of the town Get the drop on a opp, stalkin' 'em down (stalkin') If I cop more water, I'll drown (drown) Plain Rollie, bussin' it down (down) Plain AP, bussin' it down (bussin' it down) Women blush when we're comin' around (comin' around) It gets lit when we come in the party (party) Call me Ken 'cause I come with the Barbies (Ken) Said I would, then I flooded a Carti' (flooded a Carti') Can't find you then we bun up your darggie So tell me what dem man are talkin' about? (huh?) I was the one with the raw in a drought More time niggas just talkin' for clout Blacks got a five for a .4 in his pouch What you tellin' me? This money turned love into jealousy, friends into enemies I gotta make sure they remember me Two birds, let it go on the telephone Yeah, we bored them, then bored them again When I get bored, I go board me a plane City to city, they're callin' my name Still got them nittys all callin' for 'caine My girls know I'm comin' for boredom Them man fell in love when they saw them Red was the colour that come out his organs And all of my chain got more colour than Jordans (all of them) Bullets hit him and he blatantly died He may've survived, the ambulance just didn't make it in time Give me 63 grams and I'll make it to nine (nine) All them clothes that you buy, tryna claim that you're fly But you ain't got no guns so you're naked, my guy Told her for me, "London's bait in the night If you wanna date let's stay in Dubai" (Dubai) No, I can't cook to be savin' my life But I'll whip on an apron and bake me a pie (whip it) 60 thousand what they pay in Dubai I'll hold a forty, the rest pay for the guys What the fuck are they talkin' about? Mans way too lit to be walkin' around Talk of the country, not talk of the town Get the drop on a opp, stalkin' 'em down (stalkin') If I cop more water, I'll drown (drown) Plain Rollie, bussin' it down (down) Plain AP, bussin' it down (bussin' it down) Women blush when we're comin' around (comin' around) It gets lit when we come in the party (party) Call me Ken 'cause I come with the Barbies (Ken) Said I would, then I flooded a Carti' (flooded a Carti') Can't find you then we bun up your darggie So tell me what dem man are talkin' about? (huh?) I was the one with the raw in a drought More time niggas just talkin' for clout Blacks got a five for a .4 in his pouch
Writer(s): Marvin William Bailey, Josiah David Dixon, Tyrell Paul Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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