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INTERPRÉTATION
Belly
Belly
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ahmad Balshe
Ahmad Balshe
Composition
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Composition
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Composition
Jason Holt
Jason Holt
Composition
Danny Schofield
Danny Schofield
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mustard
Mustard
Production
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Ingénierie
DannyBoyStyles
DannyBoyStyles
Ingénierie
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Ivan Jimenez
Ivan Jimenez
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Jason Holt
Jason Holt
Production

Paroles

Yeah Mustard on the beat, hoe Thinking you a bad bitch Really, you just doing bad bitch Fronted on me when I ain't had shit Until I came up like a savage Foreign girl with a accent (yuh) She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it's true) You fronted on me when I ain't had shit (yuh) Until I came up like a savage I been up four days I ain't even sleep four days I been comin' down four days I would rather dream when I'm awake Ayy, I ain't crashed in like four days Liquor got me goin' more craze Left the record, buy the store safe I lie and say the world's yours I put my mama in a million dollar condo I just made a million dollars off a convo My gorilla strapped up like the gun show Had this motherfucker lookin' like the congo Uh, I made it out the jungle If you hatin', bet this dick gon' reach your tonsils Huh, bitch call me Papa Shango I'ma beat, beat it up just like a bongo, hey Thinking you a bad bitch Really, you just doing bad bitch Fronted on me when I ain't had shit Until I came up like a savage Foreign girl with a accent (yuh) She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it's true) You fronted on me when I ain't had shit (yuh) Until I came up like a savage I been up four days I ain't even sleep four days I been comin' down four days I would rather dream when I'm awake Ayy, I ain't crashed in like four days Liquor got me goin' more craze Left the record, buy the store safe I lie and say the world's yours Belly, what's brackin'? You fronted on me, fr-fr-fronted on me That's the worse you could do when you done it on me I fucked your friends 'cause you used to fuck my homies She told her friends, "That nigga stunted on me" Pull off in that Lambo Burnin' rubber and my eyes low (bitch, back the fuck up) I tell her she can fuck up my life Just don't fuck up my cash flow Walk up in this bitch, Louis, Gucci, lil Prada Went from none to somethin', been like tada When you hear how I ball, don't call This is not your cheese, you get nada You did me wrong when I ain't had shit Got done like Ellie, you a bad bitch I used to sleep on mattress Now I got ex hoes on my tracklist Thinking you a bad bitch Really, you just doing bad bitch Fronted on me when I ain't had shit Until I came up like a savage Foreign girl with a accent (yuh) She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it's true) You fronted on me when I ain't had shit (yuh) Until I came up like a savage I been up four days I ain't even sleep four days I been comin' down four days I would rather dream when I'm awake Ayy, I ain't crashed in like four days Liquor got me goin' more craze Left the record, buy the store safe I lie and say the world's yours
Writer(s): Danny Schofield, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Ahmad Balshe, J. Holt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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