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Roddy Ricch - War Baby [Official Audio]
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INTERPRÉTATION
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Chant
Ashley Kember
Ashley Kember
Programmation
sonic
sonic
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Paroles/Composition
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Paroles/Composition
Ashley Kember
Ashley Kember
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ashley Kember
Ashley Kember
Co‑production
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistance d’ingénierie
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistance d’ingénierie
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Ingénierie de prise de son
sonic
sonic
Production
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

I'm from the bottom of the bottom, check your sources, baby I'm a war baby, but I can't divorce the paper I'm a hood nigga that turned rich so I got Dior's latest And you know I gotta stick to my roots I still rock Jordans, baby (Yeah) It was hell in the projects, I survived the storm Got brothers in the sky, they die 'fore they born I know the worst conditions make a champion Look at my ice froze like a mannequin I'm underwater like I'm swimming and panicking Body bags zipped up like a laminate Only solution for the opps is to stay inside How your niggas say they rock, but they don't slide? 'Cause we was hoppin' out in broad day Servin' fiends in the hallway Promethazine 'til the morning Hope I don't wake up tomorrow We was the type of niggas that would rob the robbers I'ma make the choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da (La-da, la-da) The choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da Survived in the trenches, I'm a war baby I had to slide on the sliders that ain't normal, baby Like the mob ties in Houston we got rag ties I pray the Lord forgive me the day that I got baptized 'Cause I'ma clutch the sticky every time a car passing by I don't wanna be Ricky or another victim of homicide 'Cause I know the soul never dies I make the chrome-chrome fly Bitch, I'm a wave, Roll Tide Bullets at your face, bow tie My persona done got her tongue tied I was taught that a legend never dies When it's time gotta let the lead fly 'Cause I'm a war-war-war baby Post-traumatic stress I know the war changed me Had to bend back but they could never break me Had to slide We was hoppin' out in broad day Serving fiends in the hallway Promethazine 'til the morning Hope I don't wake up tomorrow We was the type of niggas that would rob the robbers I'ma make the choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da (La-da, la-da) The choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da Survived in the trenches I'm a war baby Had to slide on the sliders that ain't normal baby, yeah Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Eric Sandoval, Ashley Kember Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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