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Lil Baby & Lil Durk - Make It Out (Lyrics) 🎶
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INTERPRÉTATION
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Chant
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Chant
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Pierre "P" Thomas
Pierre "P" Thomas
Production déléguée
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Production déléguée
M. "Twan" Traylor
M. "Twan" Traylor
Production déléguée
James Harden
James Harden
Production déléguée
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Production
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Nick Rice
Nick Rice
Ingénierie de mixage
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

(M-M-M-Murda) I told my daughter, she don't understand who her daddy is I'll tell you somethin', don't run your mouth, but I bet he did Landlord came to pick the rent up, but I ain't let him in It's not being embarrassed, I'm too addicted to this medicine Hundred-thousand on my, take it back, tell him, "Don't threat again" Pray to the high power, hope the judge give me a severance Young niggas turnt up with the check, look like a settlement It's only me and a different couple rappers who ain't checkin' in (yeah) You will never see my name in paperwork, never, never And this a street nigga on my case, but he a teller, teller And I had a deep talk with my dawgs and that shit feelin' better 4TF, his shit be big whenever we get together I felt like a lil' boy 'round this bitch, had to get my shit together I told my bitch that shit is a goal when you shit together Ain't talkin' lean, switch his beam, shit my kit together Some of this shit be temporary, but loyalty, this shit forever (oh) Every time your dawg die, they forget about his mama'nem (oh) I done left his ass around some cash, and he ain't pocket shit (oh) Ain't the type to try and spread a rumor, I go off documents (oh) I don't take threats lightly, he died off a argument (oh) Yeah, slide with me (oh) Okay, he did, but he died with me (oh) How you say your ass a baller, but you don't provide niggas? (Oh) And I really love my brothers even though I clash with 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh) The second time ain't nothin' like the first, you gotta make it count Every day I'm tryna break this curse, I gotta make it out We ain't had no other way to go, we had to take a route Soon as they come in, we tryna get 'em out One day we gon' run into you, nigga, better watch your mouth Really don't be demons, I don't believe it, that shit all for clout I can make my people'nem come see you for a small amount I'm hot as a fever, you know we the ones they talking 'bout, yeah Steady tryna get it, uplifting my city Asked the D.A., "Can we fix this? I need Durk to get acquitted" Bad bitch with me, suck me 'til I'm finished We both got a lot to lose, so she won't tell my business Nobody hang with me, I ain't tryna have no co-defendants You don't know how it feel where everywhere you live, you get evicted Rubber band money, the day I signed my deal, I lost half a ticket I wasn't even rappin' yet, I moved my mama out the trenches 21 to 22, I'm talkin' fresh up out of prison I won't give a damn, if I did it, then you can Gambling, won a hundred grand and started with two bands I'm one of them ones to sell a truck load with a few plays I'm one of them ones who wear the same clothes for a few days when I'm grindin' OTF and 4PF, you know this shit get slimey I won't get on one knee, I'll pay one-mill' for a diamond though You know where to find me, I ain't hidin', hoe The second time ain't nothin' like the first, you gotta make it count Every day I'm tryna break this curse, I gotta make it out We ain't had no other way to go, we had to take a route Soon as they come in, we tryna get 'em out One day we gon' run into you, nigga, better watch your mouth Really don't be demons, I don't believe it, that shit all for clout I can make my people'nem come see you for a small amount I'm hot as a fever, you know we the ones they talking 'bout, yeah
Writer(s): Shane Lee Lindstrom, Durk D. Banks, Dominique Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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