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Andy Mineo & Wordsplayed - TEAM feat. BEAM
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INTERPRÉTATION
Andy Mineo
Andy Mineo
Rap
Wordsplayed
Wordsplayed
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andy Mineo
Andy Mineo
Paroles/Composition
Tyshane Thompson
Tyshane Thompson
Paroles/Composition
John Itiola
John Itiola
Paroles/Composition
Jordan Douglas
Jordan Douglas
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Steele
Daniel Steele
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tyshane Thompson
Tyshane Thompson
Production
Daniel Steele
Daniel Steele
Production

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Hey! Team solid we nuh in a hurry We nuh need nuh name 'pon we jersey Di numba 'pon back should be thirty Ca more shot a Fyia like Curry We nuh need no nuh judge, we a jury I man nuh Green bruh, we no play dirty We have a high shotta and him name Birdie We have Magic and him cream like McFlurry Will the flame that yuh rich in light a fire in ya kitchen? Try stay firm inna ya walk no matter di prison Still work hard if me know have nuh pot fi piss in Aim like Jordan, but ya still need a Pippen Nobody can't do it dem self It don't work Mi try dat already, eh Two put ten thousand to flight, eh No man a island in life Nobody can't do it dem self It don't work Mi done dat already, eh Two put ten thousand to flight, eh A three stranded cord holds its bind 2: Andy Mineo] Look, I was battle rappin' in them bars, ay Fifteen couldn't drive a car, no way Momma drove me, waiting in the back like, hey Walk out wit the prize money like, yay Uh, suit up How I went from screw up Rappin' on the school bus to now they wrap the tour bus Then we executed all the plays that we drew up Got the jewelry in me so why would I need a jeweler Runnin' that court like wooh Follow my boys they knew I don't say what I think Only say what I know Let 'em all run they mouth Then I run up the score When you game lads, you don't gotta talk at all Look I don't want no business unless its win, win, win How ya air ball, blame the rim, rim, rim When you drop thirty they all wanna wear your jersey But I tell you right now, they ain't your friend, friend, friend And shooting all shot, playing no D You two game pop, how you shoot three huh? Win the chip, then we cut the net One thing you don't forget, huh? Beam] Nobody can't do it dem self It don't work Mi try dat already, eh Two put ten thousand to flight, eh No man a island in life Nobody can't do it dem self It don't work Mi done dat already, eh Two put ten thousand to flight, eh A three stranded cord holds its blind Back then, had the music so loud that the cops came Told them I am not equipped but they still gang, gang Wade, Bosh, James All aboard the ship, we just want the chip, chip That's the way we ball, it's that little flip, flip Last supper man, I'ma need a sip, sip UberXL, rollin' with the clique, clique Two three, with the three three in the nine six Pete Miller, no limits sitting on the gold tank Aquemini, ATL Fam, do or die Still black on both sides like its '99 Bobby Boucher since the 2K In the kitchen all day with the soufflé Next tour we gonna Parlez-vous français? Magic game never put the chain on Ye All hustle, no huddle that's reckless All macho, no muscle that's headless Your Cuban got a weak link Even Jesus saw the twelve shrink Nobody can't do it dem self It don't work Mi try dat already, eh Two put ten thousand to flight, eh No man a island in life Nobody can't do it dem self It don't work Mi done dat already, eh Two put ten thousand to flight, eh A three stranded cord holds its blind
Writer(s): Tyshane Thompson, Andrew Aaron Mineo, John Toluwani Itiola, Jordan Douglas, Daniel Steele Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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