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Shooters Inside My Crib

Quavo

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Quavo - "Shooters Inside My Crib" (Official Video)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Quavo
Quavo
Rap
Ayo B
Ayo B
Interprète
CTP
CTP
Interprète
Money Montage
Money Montage
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Quavo
Quavo
Composition
Andrew O'Brien
Andrew O'Brien
Composition
Christopher Jon Latimer
Christopher Jon Latimer
Composition
Jacier Pearson
Jacier Pearson
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Quavo
Quavo
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ayo B
Ayo B
Production
CTP
CTP
Production
Money Montage
Money Montage
Production
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Ingénierie de prise de son
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Yeah, yeah (Ayo B on the track) Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Yeah, yeah I was patient, now my ice cold, glacier (yeah) I was trapping out the vacant 'til I got some paper (yeah) I was looking for the smoke and then I got some straightenin' (yeah) I was out there chasin' dreams 'cause they thought I couldn't make it (yeah) I put that on my soul, no, you can't take it (my soul) On the highway going two places, yeah Prison or vacation, yeah (yeah) In the trap we switch locations, yeah Gotta stay down, be patient, ooh (ooh) I dreamed that I'ma be big, while I'm putting bullets inside my SIG (umm, hmm) Momma said don't make no sense, 'cause I got shooters in all my cribs (umm, hmm) It's kinda hard to be a young nigga When you gotta watch the way that you live, ooh (ooh) It's never too hard to keep it real Keep it one hundred, we on and off of the field (yeah) Made 'em train to kill if he caught a body, he signed a deal Don't talk about it, nobody squeal Upgrade the watches from stainless steel If you woke up in the morning and got you a million Just tell me just how would you feel? Gave my niggas some points, some extra percentage Now just look at the way they live I was patient, now my ice go glacier (yeah) I was trapping out the vacant 'til I got some paper (yeah) I was looking for the smoke and then I got some straightenin' (yeah) I was out there chasin' dreams 'cause they thought I couldn't make it (yeah) I put that on my soul, no you can't take it (my soul) On the highway going two places, yeah Prison or vacation, yeah (yeah) In the trap we switch locations, yeah Gotta stay down, be patient, ooh (ooh) I dreamed that I'ma be big, while I'm putting bullets inside my SIG (mm, hmm) Momma said don't make no sense, 'cause I got shooters in all my cribs (mm, hmm) Momma said it don't make no sense, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Jacier Perason, Andrew James O'brien, Christopher Jon Latimer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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