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INTERPRÉTATION
Baby Keem
Baby Keem
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Hykeem Carter
Hykeem Carter
Paroles/Composition
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Paroles/Composition
Robert E. Fairfax III
Robert E. Fairfax III
Paroles/Composition
Beck Norling
Beck Norling
Paroles/Composition
Jordan T. Ortiz
Jordan T. Ortiz
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Production
Oogie Mane
Oogie Mane
Production
FAXONLY
FAXONLY
Production
Johnny Kosich
Johnny Kosich
Ingénierie de prise de son
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Ingénierie de mastérisation
James Hunt
James Hunt
Ingénierie de mixage
Pilgrim
Pilgrim
Production

Paroles

I get the top while I skeet off (huh) Swervin' through lanes, I am limitless For the ones down, I say, "Free y'all" I start to question what freedom is My unc' put the Chevy on fours I drip in all black like an emo bitch But these are not regular clothes These are the outfits I make a movie in (huh) Baby Keem count up them Frito Lays I get the call and I go Shawty gon' fuck all my goons, stop it I am above the buffoons, stop it I am above all the rules Look at my wrist, it say "Freeze, freeze" I need to buy a new neck, neck, neck, neck I stopped wearin' VVs (Huh, huh, huh) Pleasе get the fuck out the pic' (huh) Hе got to fuck and he got to fuck So what is the use of my dick? She wanna put on her jewelry, and play with it Like she's entitled to it I'm done Bitch, go to your room I cannot fuck with no corny bitch I give 'em ten and be done with it I learned that shit from the gunners Mask on, they don't know who it is Eat the pussy so good I give her butterflies all in her stomach, shit I'm the youngest nigga runnin' it Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah Hooligans, they on the way Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah Had to influence the wave Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah Hop in the ship, go to space Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah Drive to the crib on the lakes I need another exit at the show 'Cause niggas be lurkin' when I hit the road, stupid Y'all gotta deal with the boss Y'all gotta talk to the ones in control, stupid Even if I take a loss I stand on the money so tall I see growth, stupid Turn all you niggas to ghosts, stupid Take your credit, now you're toast, stupid (huh, huh) I cannot fuck with no corny bitch I give 'em ten and be done with it I learned that shit from the gunners Mask on, they don't know who it is Eat the pussy so good I give her butterflies all in her stomach, shit I'm the youngest nigga runnin' it Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah Hooligans, they on the way Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah Had to influence the wave Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah Hop in the ship, go to space Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah Drive to the crib on the lakes
Writer(s): Jahaan Akil Sweet, Jordan T. Ortiz, Robert Elijah Iii Fairfax, Beck J Norling, Hykeem Jamaal Carter Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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