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MihTy, Jeremih, Ty Dolla $ign - Ride It (Audio)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Jeremih
Jeremih
Chant
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jeremy Felton
Jeremy Felton
Paroles/Composition
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Paroles/Composition
Melvin Moore
Melvin Moore
Paroles/Composition
Teddy Pena
Teddy Pena
Paroles/Composition
Jocelyn Donald
Jocelyn Donald
Paroles/Composition
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Sauce Miyagi
Sauce Miyagi
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Rashawn McLean
Rashawn McLean
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Co‑production
Retro Future
Retro Future
Production

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Writer(s): Jeremy P. Felton, Christian Ward, Melvin Ray Moore, Jocelyn Donald, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Teddy Terrel Pena Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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