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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Cootie
Cootie
Voz
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Otis Williams, Jr
Otis Williams, Jr
Composición
Raheem Williams
Raheem Williams
Composición
Randarius caruthers
Randarius caruthers
Letra
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Composición
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Letrista
Charles Nelson Forsberg
Charles Nelson Forsberg
Composición
Malik Williams
Malik Williams
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Charley Cooks
Charley Cooks
Producción
hsvque
hsvque
Producción
Kai Lasker
Kai Lasker
Ingeniería de mezcla
Piéce Eatah
Piéce Eatah
Ingeniería de masterización

Letra

One flip two flip three flip five It's a whole lotta Ps in here and All them bitches mine Got a habit fell in love with wocky Sip it like it's wine (sip it) Imma real trapstar feel like Gucci in 09 One flip two flip three flip five It's a whole lotta Ps in here and All them bitches mine Got a habit fell in love with wocky Sip it like it's wine (sip it) See that look up in my eyes I feel like this all the time Overdose I'm dropped from head to toe This come from serving bows My cartel come from Mexico (damn) We get em in and sell em whole (let goo) Moving weight like Pablo But serving Js like come n go (damn) Ah meet u at the corner Sto (yeah) Or take risk and hit the road (let goo) Money cars clothes & bows Kno that's jus how Cootie rollI done ran thru plenty homes And hoes but now I'm on the road (we is) Gucci shoes designer stores sauced up fing model h Wrist and neck on froze I got clientele from cross the globe Trapped out like the 80s Bitches on me like I made it Hood rich before I signed a deal Before I joined a label I been serving so much white girl They probably think I racial Put on gloves before I touch it Well connected like I'm cable One flip two flip three flip five It's a whole lotta Ps in here and All them bitches mine Got a habit fell in love with wocky Sip it like it's wine (sip it) Imma real trapstar feel like Gucci in 09 One flip two flip three flip five It's a whole lotta Ps in here and All them bitches mine Got a habit fell in love with wocky Sip it like it's wine (sip it) See that look up in my eyes I feel like this all the time Pushing weight like planet fitness Get em in and move em quickly I'm the one that flood the city wit it Make the city chilly Prices low I'm trapping hard They prolly think ah nigga silly How he get em cross the broader All in order nothing missing Trapping trapping trapping This shit here became a habit These lil niggas out here capping Like they having but they average Came from nothing I'm that youngin I remember being abandon (damn) Told myself that I'm a man And all the business imma handle it (Sosa) Now it's one rack two racks three racks Four I was wrestling with a O before I ever Touched a bow Now I get em by the dozen what you want At 24 (Kobe) I was broke now I'm up And I can buy a nigga h One flip two flip three flip five It's a whole lotta Ps in here and All them bitches mine Got a habit fell in love with wocky Sip it like it's wine (sip it) Imma real trapstar feel like Gucci in 09
Writer(s): Charles Forsberg, Randarius Caruthers, Raheem Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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