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INTERPRÉTATION
Shy Glizzy
Shy Glizzy
Chant
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Chant
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Paroles/Composition
Geraldo Mejia
Geraldo Mejia
Paroles/Composition
Marquis King
Marquis King
Paroles/Composition
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Geraldo Liive
Geraldo Liive
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Geraldo Live on the track Yeah Young Jefe holmes GG Forever Oh-oh Who is this? This Geraldo What you smoking? Oh, gelato I got bitches and they model Your bitch swallow, she need goggles Goddamn, look at my pockets Look like I just hit the lotto Pull up valet, let 'em park it Baby I can pay your car note Yeah, Yeezys, buy her heels I solve her problems, pay her bills I'm being real, girl I'm too trill Now baby tell me how you feel I got hitters and they kill Know I still be in the field Know I be with them gorillas Tote banana clips for real Got back up, I took a fall Lil' nigga, my money tall I'm that nigga in DC and bitch I ball like John Wall Look at me, I'm livin' large Remember them nights, was trapping hard Remember them nights I had to rob Yeah remember them nights I used to starve Remember that night I serve that tail Then the feds came into my house Remember ain't nobody believe in me 'til I showed 'em what I'm 'bout Remember I used to pour that lean up 'til I fuckin' black out This for lil' homie in the traphouse with them fuckin' racks out I'm ballin' harder than water, I'm feelin' like Coach Carter They say the life that I'm livin', I might not see tomorrow I had to go out and get it 'cause I ain't had no father I know I gotta stay committed, that's gon' take me farther Y'all know this lean what I'm sippin', my PO think this vodka Upgraded from a revolver, hollows fillin' my chopper I'm tryna face all my problems, I need to see a doctor I'm tryna face all my problems, I need to see a doctor Chicago streets late night, tryna catch Every time I boot up, I need a good batch Don't wanna hit, then slide in that cat There can't be peace 'cause you know it's that You ain't in the streets and I notice that You left my side when I was under arrest You left my side when I was under stress You turned your back so I know you ain't shit How you gon' lie and go along with the bitch? Promise he red but I know he a crip Come to my crib, you can't come with a bitch Draco shells, it come with a kick We know you told and that lil' shit stick You the one know I had a gun in the whip You the one know I had a gun on my hip I slept on floors Shootouts where I'm from, when I grew up I couldn't ignore it Some nights I was gettin' too mad at myself 'cause I couldn't record And I couldn't make it to your funeral, I sent my regards Hangin' out the roof with my two fingers, fuck the law (Fuck 'em) I'm ballin' harder than water, I'm feelin' like Coach Carter They say the life that I'm livin', I might not see tomorrow I had to go out and get it 'cause I ain't had no father I know I gotta stay committed, that's gon' take me farther Y'all know this lean what I'm sippin', my PO think this vodka Upgraded from a revolver, hollows fillin' my chopper I'm tryna face all my problems, I need to see a doctor I'm tryna face all my problems, I need to see a doctor
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Durk D Banks, Tyquian Bowman, Marquis King, Geraldo Jose Mejia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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