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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Voix principales
Daryhl "DJ" Camper Jr.
Daryhl "DJ" Camper Jr.
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Supreme Williams
Supreme Williams
Paroles/Composition
Darhyl Camper, Jr.
Darhyl Camper, Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Ingénierie de prise de son
Todd Norman
Todd Norman
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Manny Park
Manny Park
Assistance d’ingénierie
Matthew Simms
Matthew Simms
Assistance d’ingénierie
Andy Barnes
Andy Barnes
Ingénierie de prise de son
Andrew Grossman
Andrew Grossman
Ingénierie
Morning Estrada
Morning Estrada
Ingénierie
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Ingénierie de mastérisation
James Royo
James Royo
Ingénierie de mixage
Daryhl "DJ" Camper Jr.
Daryhl "DJ" Camper Jr.
Production

Paroles

Message in a bottle Let me get a swallow Fillin' up my cup Section full of models And we goin' up like it's a Tuesday Drankin' 'til I'm woozy Know I'm 'bout that action It feel like a movie Henny in my system In here with the pistol Middle finger to a hater Any nigga with him I just came to blow a couple bands Hoes know I'm the man Lil' baby on a Xan Rollin' up a strand 'Bout to get high enough to make my ears pop It's too strong for that Ziploc They like, "You gon' get us kicked out" Seen the huge stones in my wrist watch Got 'em blowin' at me when I pass by Starin' like she got a glass eye Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit Go piss outside, too drunk to drive She said, "I got Uber, do you want a ride?" Typed in my address, it led to some sex, now I'm dressed Poppin' these Advils and textin' my ex, thanks to the Message in a bottle Let me get a swallow Fillin' up my cup Section full of models And we goin' up like it's a Tuesday Drankin' 'til I'm woozy Know I'm 'bout that action It feel like a movie And I'm too drunk to drive, yeah Share your location, girl, I'm tryna pull up But I'm too drunk to drive, oh Passive when it come to cannabis But I'm blowin' like a curtain My homie got some women at his crib Know I'm finna flourish Drankin' water, tryna save my liver Walked in, seen some naked strippers Couple homies started throwin' money I just watch you like a babysitter, I'm lit Stuck where I sit Please don't mind me, girl, that's just how I get Gave me a lapdance, I had plans to take down a lick But something told me to face down my ex Must have been a message in a bottle
Writer(s): Darhyl Camper, Tyrone William Griffin Jr, Supreme Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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