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Bama Boy
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Mooski
Mooski
Chant
SL the Don
SL the Don
Programmation
TurnMeUpYC
TurnMeUpYC
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Darien Hinton
Darien Hinton
Paroles/Composition
Dontae Booker
Dontae Booker
Paroles/Composition
Christopher Pearson
Christopher Pearson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mooski
Mooski
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
SL the Don
SL the Don
Production
TurnMeUpYC
TurnMeUpYC
Production
Joe Fitz
Joe Fitz
Ingénierie de mixage
Ian Kimmel
Ian Kimmel
Ingénierie
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Harrison Holmes
Harrison Holmes
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

(SL) Count my blessing, add it up (ooh) Had to pour that Henn', I had to double up (double up, ooh) Just play it cool, can't see what I do because I move smart I can't show no love because I'm too scarred Can't see what I do because I move smart I just wish my daddy had a new- Wish my daddy lived to see a new heart They thought it was over, they like, "Who thought?" A young nigga from Bama out in New York Nigga took the sky out to New York They say that lil' Bama nigga too hard I can't show no love because I'm too scarred (I can't) Though I got a big heart, I got no room for it (ooh, uh) They say it's love, they say it's love, they say it's love (love) But they don't love you, they just loving what you do for 'em Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh They told me you can't take everybody with you (you can't take, you can't take) Couldn't see the reason not believing it was true Next thing you know I had to swap the four door for a coupe (it ain't no room) What's a best friend? I got less friends (ooh, uh) No one checked in (ain't no pressure) I'm progressing, learned my lesson Becoming the best man for the better I can't show no love because I'm too scarred Can't see what I do because I move smart I just wish my daddy had a new- Wish my daddy lived to see a new heart They thought it was over, they like, "Who thought?" A young nigga from Bama out in New York Nigga took the sky out to New York They say that lil' Bama nigga too hard Don't get caught in the glamour and glory Climb at it, climb at it, climb at it (turn me up, YC) I'm in New York, we at Times Square (Time) Everybody say real soon, you gon' be right here (right there) Got opportunities, I know that niggas kill for Gotta be careful 'cause this everything I live for He's something special, he's been knowing since a lil' boy (little boy) I feel joy as I'm climbing up the billboards (climbing up the billboards) So I get back inside the stu', I need to feel more (I need to feel) So I get back inside the booth and give a lil' more (mmh-mm) Climbing, we climbing, we climbing (aah, yeah-yeah-yeah) I started working hard it start aligning (aah, yeah-yeah-yeah) I told 'em what it was, they wouldn't buy in (aah, yeah-yeah) Now everything is peachy on my end (aah, yeah-yeah-yeah) Knowing you can't reach me, stop trying Don't say you believed me, you lyin' I stack my money neatly and quiet (Uh-uh) I don't need no leeches I'm grindin' Don't get caught in the glamour and glory I just put my best foot forward and go Stay true to who you are and tell your story I'ma keep it raw and tell 'em all they need to know Don't get caught in the glamour and glory I just put my best foot forward and go Stay true to who you are and tell your story I'ma keep it raw and tell 'em all they need to know When the dollar come, that's when problems come Yeah, a lot of them (yeah, a lot, a lot of them) But when the dollar gone, they gone do you wrong, you'll be all alone (all alone) They say it's love (love), is it real? (Is it real?) They say it's love (say it's love), is it real? (Is it real?) It's hard to tell from the fake and the real It's hard to tell from the fake and the real They say it's L-O-V-E (L-O-O) L-O-V-E (L-O-O) L-O-V-E (L-O-O) L-O-V-E (L-O-O) L-O-V-E (ooh-ooh) They say it's L-O-V-E (ooh-ooh) L-O-V-E
Writer(s): Christopher Pearson, Darien Hinton, Dontae Booker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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