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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Horace Walls
Horace Walls
Paroles/Composition
Donte Moore Jr.
Donte Moore Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Paroles/Composition
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Paroles/Composition
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Donnie Katana
Donnie Katana
Production
Aaron "Dash" Sherrod
Aaron "Dash" Sherrod
Production déléguée
Frank Criddell
Frank Criddell
Production déléguée
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Derek Ali
Derek Ali
Ingénierie de mixage
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Ingénierie de mixage
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistance d’ingénierie
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Donnie Katana Ridin' in a 'Vette with 11th letter in the alphabet Catch a L try to follow this 'Vette I ain't worried 'bout a set, type of nigga that'll kill the whole set 5-5, send shots at his neck Bought my bitch a Perc' just to hold my stick I'ma rob the whole city if I can't get rich I'm a money makin' nigga, ain't goin' like Mitch Yeah, I love my dawgs, I don't do 'em like Vick Got Nina on my side, yeah, I tuck her like Chris And these bullets talkin' lips, they'll give a nigga kiss If a nigga play with us, take a whole lotta flicks (a whole lotta flicks) If a nigga play with us, take a whole lotta pic', look Dead man, dead man, yeah, that's he He play with the gang, now he asleep Dead man, dead man, yeah, that's he He play with the gang, now he deceased Wickman, Wickman, yeah, that's me He call the shots and rap on beats Wickman, Wickman, yeah, that's me He a lil' wicked nigga as you can see Shittin' on niggas, need a whole lotta sauce Dick-ridin' niggas, there's a whole lotta y'all If you play with me, he got a whole lotta balls She been suckin' for an hour, got a whole lotta jaw For wet like a shower, she couldn't even wear drawers And her legs kept shakin', she couldn't even stand tall Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Ridin' in a 'Vette with 11th letter in the alphabet Catch a L try to follow this 'Vette I ain't worried 'bout a set, type of nigga that'll kill the whole set 5-5, send shots at his neck When these bullets take off, they gon' off the whole set Chop' sang like Quavo, don't get scared We move like Migos, country bands He cap like Kangol, move that head Wickman, Wickman, Wickman Wickman, Wickman, Wickman, yeah, that's me Wickman, Wickman, Wickman Wickman, Wickman, Wickman, yeah, that's me Lil' wicked nigga as you could see And he put a bitch in double Cs Ain't no Crip, but in double C This foreign fabric come from oversea
Writer(s): Jacob Dutton, Donte Moore, Horace Walls, Sam Wishoski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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