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Digital Dash
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INTERPRÉTATION
Drake
Drake
Chant
Future
Future
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Paroles/Composition
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Paroles/Composition
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Paroles/Composition
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Production
Southside
Southside
Production
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Ingénierie de prise de son
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Ingénierie
Miguel Scott
Miguel Scott
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Les Bateman
Les Bateman
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Greg Moffett
Greg Moffett
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Ingénierie de mixage
Noel Campbell
Noel Campbell
Ingénierie de mixage

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My dope in the bushes My dope in the bushes I know how to cook it My bitch good looking My bitch good looking My bitch good looking My dope in the bushes I know how to cook it Yeah, yeah, yeah I did the digital dash I fuck your bitch in the passenger I give the junky a blast I send that dope to your momma tho Out in the streets like thermometers You rats will never be honorable They know I'mma kid of my word A hustler the first to the first These bitches be naggin the kid They get on my motherfucking nerves I showed her my racks and they love me I'm smokin' that pack on muddy Taliban on these hoes Give a Xan to these hoes Got em playing with they nose I sleep on the beach off the avenue I came to your city with revenue I put in work it was evident I slide on your ass in the 7 deuce Come back on your bitch in a 6-trey Chevy, Mercedes I keep em' comin' Fuck all these bitches I keep em' comin' I pull up right now I'm parallel I hit your block with them swangers My niggas ain't nothin' but some bangers I sit in the trap with the gangsters You don't come around here cause its dangerous I be hangin' around here and I'm famous Gotta keep the trigger by my finger Hit her sideways when I banged her In the driveway on a perc I was sideways on a perc Had a stick on me, thats a first Got your bitch on me gettin' murked I post up and thats confident I boast up in a drop 6 Gotta Ghost Royce and I pop shit I'm a dope boy with that cock trip I came in the game I had crack on me Got big with my bag with some Act on me I'm single and shit and she lash on me I told em' I'm back on my bachelor I get focused on millions and everything I just took me a trip out to Africa See how we came from the mud and the bottom, we did it I see how they countin' this out Bet they ain't never gonna do it again You see why these niggas be hatin', ignorin, I'm goin' right in I was born to get this money in this life of sin I bought up before they got my dog on murder again See the fire come out the ass on the Lamborghini When you say you love a nigga do you really mean it When I was sleepin' on the floor you shoulda seen how they treat me I pour the Actavis and pop pills so I can fight the demons I did the digital dash I fuck the bitch in the passenger I give the junky a blast I send that dope to lil mama You rats will never be honorable They know I'mma kid of my word A hustler the first to the first These bitches be nagging the kid Fuck it, it is what it is, if you get hit you get hit I don't forget or forgive Told myself never again, I don't let nobody in Super just showed out again And we just keep servin' and servin' again And again and again and again I move the game up, I'm reckless I'm Harlem shaking through the pressure I might put Diddy on my next shit I might could fit you in on a Wednesday I'm not here for no pretend shit Just walked in with a girl that's making triple what I'm making, what an entrance That's when you know its a body Zone 6, they know it's a body Kirkwood, they know it's a body Lil Mexico know it's a body Scooter in here with the zombies Gucci get out it's a problem I might take Quentin to Follies You hate your life, just be honest I got the digital dash She want a picture with all of my niggas that just made the visual last But she too embarrassed to ask I got my foot on their neck and my foot on the gas You remind me of a quarterback, that shit is all in the past Esco and Boomin they got it on smash And I got the, I got the, I got the, I got the, I I did the digital dash I fuck the bitch on the passenger I give the junky a blast
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Nayvadius Wilburn, Joshua Howard Luellen, Leland Tyler Wayne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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