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INTERPRÉTATION
Griselda
Griselda
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Alvin Worthy
Alvin Worthy
Composition
Demond Price
Demond Price
Composition
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Composition
Thomas Paldino
Thomas Paldino
Composition
Eliot Dubock
Eliot Dubock
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Beat Butcha
Beat Butcha
Production
Daringer
Daringer
Production
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Ingénierie de mixage
Gonzalo Contreas
Gonzalo Contreas
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Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
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Ah Ah Ayo, ChineGun wore gloves in the summer, threw him my numbers A pair of jumpers, hollow head lead dumpers (Boom, boom, boom, boom) This Louis V shit, Virgil designed it I got shot and a few niggas got Murdered behind it (I'm right with them niggas) Ayo, the MAC shoot silent (Ah), you just seen niggas droppin' Who ran the yard? Who ran the phone? Who had the biggest locker? Who had the Glock? Who had the MAC? Who had the biggest chopper (Brr) You gettin' shot, You gettin' whacked, no need to get a doctor (Hahaha) Ayo, ain't no bomin' back, the Louis V lumberjack Havin' paperwork parties for killin' all Fuckin' rats (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) SE Gang, who can fuck with that? My shooter face covered with a bunch of Tats, hit him twice, double back (Boom, boom) A couple hundred racks vacuum sealed with rubber bands No money wraps, used to hit niggas with the dummy packs (Hah) Ayo, couple gats, '98 Lexus with the bubble back (Skrrt) Tom Ford bubble with the third, doin' jumpin' jacks (Doot, Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) What would ChineGun do? You gettin' shot if you ain't from here (Yeah) Closet full of blood bottoms, you can't afford one pair (Hahahaha) You niggas can't compare, this shit is unfair (Talk to 'em) Take a rapper chain and let my son wear it (Hah, yeah, ayy, look) I remember listenin' to Wu in '95 (Five) Got my first strap from Conway in '99 (Nine) Paper, I was tryna find, that summer, I learned how to ride Get in one shootout and my homie quit on me and got a job (You pussy) Look how it happened (Uh-huh) My whole family on, we like the Jacksons You sold white, you might could imagine that type of status (Yeah) First I cut open a slab, then light a Backwood While the fiends cook the dope in the spoon while strikin' matches, uh I rose from the streets, I did the most with the least My team had the best numbers when the coke wasn't cheap Fuck your plug's plug, 'cause I can get both numbers beat It's five hundred a bottle, But the hoes want it free (Your bitch got it) I was there when them bricks was stamped, You was scared when them trips was planned Nigga, I can fit a whale in the big sedan (Ah) You gon' probably take a L if I lift this hand (Brr) Haters be your biggest fans, then they take the witness stand Let's go
Writer(s): Alvin Lamar Worthy, Eliot Peter Philip Dubock, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Thomas A. Paladino, Demond Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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