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INTERPRÉTATION
B. Smyth
B. Smyth
Interprète
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brandon Smith
Brandon Smith
Composition
Wesley Dees
Wesley Dees
Composition
Edward Griffin
Edward Griffin
Composition
Keith Thomas
Keith Thomas
Composition
William Roberts
William Roberts
Composition
William DeVaughn
William DeVaughn
Composition
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Composition
Aaron Lamont
Aaron Lamont
Composition
LeShawn Rogers
LeShawn Rogers
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
DJ Wes
DJ Wes
Production
LDB
LDB
Production
Bryan Anzel
Bryan Anzel
Ingénierie de prise de son
Miles Walker
Miles Walker
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Ryan Jumper
Ryan Jumper
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Oh, yeah, oh Diamond in the back, sun roof top [?] and we'll see where a gangster lean Yeah rooftop, seen a couple friends at the bar baby Oh, and on my mind all I'm thinking 'bout is who I'm taking home with me Oh, yeah show the ropes, I'm going through the motions And I guess we can call it the pregame, oh But now we on the clouds, got you gripping on my jocks Check on the rocks, and we ain't even get back to the car Oh, well she just wanna show love, give a fuck 'bout the finer things Oh you do, she just wanna do drugs, roll something and get high with me Oh, well she just wanna show love, she can't wait for us to leave the scene And leave 'em gold wrappers on the nightstand, she my one night fan And leave 'em gold wrappers on the nightstand, oh You get the foreign cars and the foreign bags She avoid the Black Fridays and all the sale tags Say she found that out, funny through my snaps Realise I was a hustler, now she love my raps The filly only focused for the time being Mansions and motels and cities I'm dying to see Saw your best friend, she offered me her phone number Iced out, gave her ass the cold shoulder I represent you cause you represent me It all come to light how we move in the streets Rubbing on your neck and kissing on your knees Gold wrappers, we rolling up, we twisting trees But now we on the clouds, got you gripping on my jocks Check on the rocks, and we ain't even get back to the car Oh, well she just wanna show love, give a fuck 'bout the finer things Oh you do, she just wanna do drugs, roll something and get high with me Oh, well she just wanna show love, she can't wait for us to leave the scene And leave 'em gold wrappers on the nightstand, she my one night fan And leave 'em gold wrappers on the nightstand, oh Body to body, the night is now Round after round, I need more than Bud Promise you'll get your fantasy Panties fall down, that's some autumn leaves Body to body, the time has come Going to the morning sun Put your red lipstick on me Call up the Uber cause it's time to leave Oh, well she just wanna show love, give a fuck 'bout the finer things Oh you do, she just wanna do drugs, roll something and get high with me Oh, well she just wanna show love, she can't wait for us to leave the scene And leave 'em gold wrappers on the nightstand, she my one night fan And leave 'em gold wrappers on the nightstand, oh
Writer(s): William E. Edward De Vaughn, Mark Kevin Pitts, Keith Thomas, Brandon Smith, William Roberts, Aaron Lamont Small, Edward Griffin, Leshawn Slyvester Rogers, Wesley Dees Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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