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INTERPRÉTATION
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Chant
Lakeyah
Lakeyah
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Lakeyah Robinson
Lakeyah Robinson
Paroles/Composition
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Paroles/Composition
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Paroles/Composition
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Paroles/Composition
Samuel Jimenez
Samuel Jimenez
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Lerron Carson
Lerron Carson
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Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
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Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
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Dion Norman
Dion Norman
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Derrick Ordogne
Derrick Ordogne
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Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
OG Parker
OG Parker
Production
Smash David
Smash David
Production
Paul Cabbin
Paul Cabbin
Production
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Production

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I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah) Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up) I don't like these bitches in my Business, I don't sneak and fuck (yeah) I might give that ho her problem, Tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah We top floor with my top off Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh) Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy) Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag) Tryna put a new ass on me (ass) I'm so damn expensive, uh He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God) I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy) She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh) I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt) I get it off, put up the re-up, then fuck up the profit (yeah) I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh) Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi) Just came from Cali', spent a hundred thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn) It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go) She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never) I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh) I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop) I'm just a dope boy from the six but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow) I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling) I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Donovan Hardie, Harry Ismail Alexander Hadrian Potter, Dajour Jamal Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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