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INTERPRÉTATION
Toosii
Chant
Midlow
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Terrence Bryant
Paroles/Composition
Naujour Grainger
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Toosii
Ingénierie
Midlow
Production
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Hell ya talking 'bout, nigga?
(Midlow)
Witchcraft got me stuck in your love
I was countin' up hunnids and dubs
Dead body, put me right in the tub
Felt your love, you was fucking me up
Rags
I came from rags to riches, now I got a bag
I need love, don't leave me sad
I need love, don't leave me sad
I bought you attire, you do me like tires and leave me slashed
Gold digger, only thing you wanted was my cash, yeah
You so trash
I put you in first place just for you to put me in last
Even when I was broke, would've gave you everything that I had
Got out my feelings, I took the blame е'rytime we clashеd
You so trash
Witchcraft got me stuck in your love
While I was counting up hunnids and hunnids
Blue faces, know I got an abundance
Felt your love, you won't telling me nothing
VVs, would've bought you diamonds
You feel pain, don't hide it
I ain't the same, I'm grinding
Would've stayed the same if we, oh
Stayed together, I got bags now and I'm rich
I wanted your love but instead you treat me like shit
I bought you piss-gold diamonds, you left me pissed
I ain't make time 'cause I spent enough on my wrist
Oh, I been working on the inside
And you still ain't let me inside
That's the reason why your wrist dry
Witchcraft got me stuck in your love
I was counting up hunnids and dubs
Dead body, put me right in the tub
Felt your love, you was fucking me up
Rags
I came from rags to riches, now I got a bag
I need love, don't leave me sad
I need love, don't leave me sad
I bought you attire, you do me like tires and leave me slashed
Gold digger, only thing you wanted was my cash, yeah
You so trash
I put you in first place just for you to put me in last
Even when I was broke, would've gave you everything that I had
Got out my feelings, I took the blame e'rytime we clashed
You so trash
Tragic
You work my mind like a nine to five, no magic
Even when they tried to tell me, my girl was a savage
I told her, "Me too," guess we both gon' be a savage
Now I live lavish alone without you
Oh, now I'm at home without you, yeah
I don't feel at home without you, yeah
It's something 'bout you, it's something 'bout you, oh
Thug nigga, I be with the drug dealer killers
I felt your love on my realer
I felt yours wasn't real enough
Witchcraft got me stuck in your love
I was counting up hunnids and dubs
Dead body, put me right in the tub
Felt your love, you was fucking me up
Rags
I came from rags to riches, now I got a bag
I need love, don't leave me sad
I need love, don't leave me sad
I bought you attire, you do me like tires and leave me slashed
Gold digger, only thing you wanted was my cash, yeah
You so trash
I put you in first place just for you to put me in last
Even when I was broke, would've gave you everything that I had
Got out my feelings, I took the blame e'rytime we clashed
You so trash
Writer(s): Naujour Lazier Grainger, Terrence Bryant
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