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Mooski feat. Chris Brown x A Boogie wit da Hoodie x Yung Bleu - Track Star (remix) (slowed) #mooski
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Concerts à venir de Mooski, Chris Brown & A Boogie wit da Hoodie

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Mooski
Mooski
Chant
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Chant
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Chant
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu
Chant
Woodpecker
Woodpecker
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Composition
Darien Hinton
Darien Hinton
Composition
Levi de Jong
Levi de Jong
Composition
Jeremy Biddle
Jeremy Biddle
Composition
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Composition
Durrell Babbs
Durrell Babbs
Composition
Travis Emmett Bruce
Travis Emmett Bruce
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mooski
Mooski
Ingénierie
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Ingénierie de mixage
Keylan Laxton
Keylan Laxton
Ingénierie
Alex Estevez
Alex Estevez
Ingénierie
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Bob Bradley
Bob Bradley
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Harrison Holmes
Harrison Holmes
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Woodpecker
Woodpecker
Production
Xaai Santana
Xaai Santana
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Ah, ah, ha-ha (She's a runner, runner, runner, runner, runner) This the remix, yeah-yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Shawty gon' run when she in a bind A track star, we never seen the finish line Can't confide or commit, she scared to trust somebody On your mark, go, set, go, she 'bout to dust somebody Do what it take, do what's gon' make it last She can't take the pain that come with that Hit the brakes 'fore it's too late, she fast Once she set her pace, she don't look back Now I know I looked over the signs Girl, do you ever get tired (you know) of runnin', runnin'? Oh, why? She's a runner, she's a track star She gon' run away when it gets hard She can't take the pain, she can't get scarred She hurt anyone that gets involved Don't wanna commit, why take it this far? (Oh, why?) She gon' do the race, just not this one (oh, why?) Love is a game, you used to cheer for (no, oh-oh, woah) When I was down to talk, you weren't here for it (ooh, woah, oh, oh) She's a liar, she a capper She'd do anything for the Black Card She give you her pain with a black heart (no) Should of never let that shit get that far (woah, woah) It's always been games with you (oh) Keepin' score and changin' moods (oh) I was all for it, but lately you (oh) Showed me that side, that crazy you (oh, crazy you) And you can get to packin' all of your bags You can leave the racks with all of them tags Gon' do your thing and don't look back Damn, girl, you fast (woah, woah) She's a runner, she's a track star (oh, she, she) She gon' run away when it gets hard (away, yeah) She can't take the pain, she can't get scarred (no, oh-oh, woah) She hurt anyone that gets involved (ah, yeah, oh-oh, babe) Don't wanna commit, why take it this far? (Oh, why? Oh, why?) She gon' do the race, just not this one (oh, why? Oh, why?) Love is a game, you used to cheer for (woah) When I was down to talk, you weren't here for it I said don't you run from me (don't you run) Don't take my love for granted 'cause you know it can get ugly She's a runner, she's a track star (oh-oh) Don't run away when it get hard, love I can tell that, you ain't ever had a gangster I'm aware of that, he ain't never tell you, "Thank ya" How you wear that, you should get a new Wraith, oh-oh (skrrt) I'm slidin' when you tell me it's convenient ('venient) You know I got the Glock up in 'Ghini Grant a couple wishes like a genie She gon' keep up runnin' back if she got access Got my dick hard like it's hard to be a Black man I cut her off and put my feelings in the trash can (ooh-ooh-ooh) I guess all this love was just too much love for you She's a runner, she's a track star She gon' run away when it gets hard She can't take the pain, she can't get scarred She hurt anyone that gets involved Don't wanna commit, why take it this far? (Oh, why?) She gon' do the race, just not this one (oh, why?) Love is a game, you used to cheer for (na-na) When I was down to talk, you weren't here for it (na-na, na-na) You-ouu-ouu-ouu-ouu (ooh, ooh, ooh) Baby, stop frontin' (stop) Grab on your waist, that's gon' make you stop runnin' (stop runnin') Diamonds on my chain and watch bustin' You look at me like you want somethin' Don't keep it low, keep it one-hundred Speakin' of numbers, I Here, I gave you the wrong one on purpose But this one is workin' fine Hit my line, call me whenever you want some me 646-992-7453 I'm from the jungle, but I'm not a cheater Bitch, I'm in my bag now, it's Hoodie SZN I'ma set it off if a nigga creep up And she gon' take the charge like it's a misdemeanor I was mad high, you was off a Xan', I know I was tryna fuck you and your friends like (oh) Even though that wasn't in the plans right (no) Drum with a stick, like a band, I know (woo) AP on my wrist, that's a bustdown, oh-woah King of this fly shit, yeah, I know You can hold me down and be more than my hoe Stop actin' like you love me when you really don't know She's a runner, she's a track star
Writer(s): Levi De Jong, Darien Hinton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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