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INTERPRÉTATION
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Chant
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Chant
Diamond Pistols
Diamond Pistols
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
Paroles/Composition
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Paroles/Composition
Christian Dold
Christian Dold
Paroles/Composition
Dilip Venkatesh
Dilip Venkatesh
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Production
Diamond Pistols
Diamond Pistols
Production
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Zach Zurn
Zach Zurn
Ingénierie
Dilip Venkatesh
Dilip Venkatesh
Production

Paroles

We packin' Diamond Pistols Ayy, bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang Baby, I got a lotta Water all over my dresser (All over my dresser) But I ain't spill none, I just be fuckin' finessin' (I'm finessin', bang) Ayy, water all over my dresser (My dresser) But I ain't spill shit, I just be fuckin' finessin' (I'm finessin') Lil' Juice, Lil' Sauce, Lil' Dressin', no finessin' Couple lighters, couple keys to the Tesla on my dresser (Yah, yah-yah) And your bitch, she undressin' (Bang, bang, bang) Take a sip, that's that drip on my dresser (Whoa) Backseat action, riverside relaxin' I feel like TLC the way I'm splashin' (Whoa) Drip in passion, wristwatch Alaskan I feel like Project Pat the way I'm passin' this Blunt to my lips, one for them kids That turned on this song in everybody's whip Blunt to my lips, one for your bitch Give me some top, and then I'm gon' dip (Fuckin' dip, baby) Ayy, I'm out here with my dawg, fuckin' Sosa, baby Show 'em what it is (Bang, bang) Bang, bang, bang, bang She say, "Hola," I say, "Hello" (Bang) I need mula, I need pesos (Bang, bang) I've been with the shits from the get-go Whoop your ass but I seen geckos (Bang, bang, bang) Girls pullin' you down, don't let go Your car hold some 'bout echo Roof, roof, bitch, take me to Petco I'm a dawg but you don't wanna let go In the same car as Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne) I got as many chains as 2 Chainz (2 Chainz) Couldn't even come out to play Now how the fuck you in the gang? Disappear just like David Blaine On a bitch if she actin' lame Chop the head off of your body Then go to the range and practice my aim (Bitch) Water all over my dresser (All over my dresser) But I ain't spill none, I just be fuckin' finessin' (I'm finessin', whoa) Water, ayy, water all over my dresser (My dresser) But I ain't spill shit, I just be fuckin' finessin' (I'm finessin') Lil' Juice, Lil' Sauce, Lil' Dressin', no finessin' Couple lighters, couple keys to the Tesla on my dresser (Yah, yah-yah) And your bitch, she undressin' (Bang, bang, bang) Take a sip, that's that drip on my dresser Blunt to my lips, one for them kids That turned on this song in everybody's whip Blunt to my lips, one for your bitch Give me some top, and then I'm gon' dip Drip on my dresser, baby You know what I'm fuckin' sayin', baby We got diamonds, garments, silk, velvet, wristwork Red Lambo' up in the front And it's gigglin' like it's Elmo We hit you outside your head Cut my hand, just wanna say hello We'll roll your ass up in a blunt (Yeah) That's that bid you ain't in, though I've been thinkin' 'bout ridin' the trucks Wiz Khalifa, Black and Yellow
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Christian Dold, Matthew Hauri, Dilip Venkatesh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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