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INTERPRÉTATION
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Paroles/Composition
Aaron Lamont Small
Aaron Lamont Small
Paroles/Composition
Wesley Dees
Wesley Dees
Paroles/Composition
Edward Griffin
Edward Griffin
Paroles/Composition
Kenneth Franklin
Kenneth Franklin
Paroles/Composition
Andre Blake
Andre Blake
Paroles/Composition
Santiago Bauza
Santiago Bauza
Paroles/Composition
Gabrielle Nowee
Gabrielle Nowee
Paroles/Composition
Warren Griffin III
Warren Griffin III
Paroles/Composition
Nathaniel Hale
Nathaniel Hale
Paroles/Composition
Gwendolyn Chisolm
Gwendolyn Chisolm
Paroles/Composition
Cheryl Cook
Cheryl Cook
Paroles/Composition
Sylvia Robinson
Sylvia Robinson
Paroles/Composition
Angela Stone
Angela Stone
Paroles/Composition
Jerry Leiber
Jerry Leiber
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistance d’ingénierie
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistance d’ingénierie
DR3AMFOREVER
DR3AMFOREVER
Production
DJ Wes
DJ Wes
Production
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Ingénierie de mastérisation

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Getting lifted, feeling right Double cup, dirty Sprite Baddest bitch, you know she mine But you know I don't love 'em And you know I don't cuff 'em, no On the West side tryna feel the breeze On a mission tryna fuck with OHB She say she fell in love with the G in me And she lovin', she lovin' You know I got the homies parked right outside I'm in the blood red Lambo, yellin' "What up five?" Got the killers and them bitches that be ready to ride 'Cause they lovin', they lovin' Picture me rollin', 64 sittin' on treads Picture me rollin', top down, switching lanes Picture me rollin', from VA to LA Picture me rollin', picture me rollin', oh yeah (Oh, yeah) Rolled my weed up for the night (Who tryna smoke with me) See them clouds, you know we high (Too fucked) If you don't smoke girl, it's alright (You know worried 'bout a damn thing) That's more for me so I don't mind (I don't mind) On the West side tryna feel the breeze On a mission tryna fuck with OHB She say she fell in love with the G in me And she lovin', she lovin' You know I got the homies parked right outside I'm in the blood red Lambo, yellin' "What up five?" Got the killers and them bitches that be ready to ride 'Cause they lovin', they lovin' Picture me rollin', 64 sittin' on treads Picture me rollin', top down, switching lanes Picture me rollin', from VA to LA Picture me rollin', picture me rollin', oh yeah (Oh, yeah) All night long, play it if this your song All night long, play it if this your song All night long, play it if this your song All night long, play it if this your song Picture me rollin' (Forgiatos on the Wraith) 64 sittin' on treads Picture me rollin' (From Virginia to the Bay) Top down, switching lanes Picture me rollin' (Private jet on the red eye) VA to LA Picture me rollin' (500) Picture me rollin', oh yeah (Oh, yeah) Whole bunch of money in the safe I got a chopper outside for a rainy day A dirty, dirty, yeah keep it on my waist Call me the baker man, I'm making all the cake I got a bitch with an attitude problem I know she crazy but I know that pussy awesome Top down, riding round, nigga who are you? I got ups bitch, what can Brown do for you? Picture me rollin', oh yeah
Writer(s): Wesley Armand Dees, Santiago Bauza, Aaron Lamont Small, Andre Blake, Angela Laverne Stone, Gabrielle N. Nowee, Gwendolyn Yvonne Chisolm, Edward Rubin Griffin, Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller, Warren Iii Griffin, Christopher Maurice Brown, Kenneth Darnell Franklin, Nathaniel D. Hale, Sylvia Robinson, Cheryl Lorraine Cook Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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