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INTERPRÉTATION
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Rap
42 Cheez
Rap
REAPER
REAPER
Rap
Tae Money
Tae Money
Rap
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Paroles/Composition
George Stone III
George Stone III
Paroles/Composition
Andre Stampley
Andre Stampley
Paroles/Composition
Deontae Hammond
Deontae Hammond
Paroles/Composition
Antonio Caddell
Antonio Caddell
Paroles/Composition
Andrea Padgett
Andrea Padgett
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tax Holloway
Tax Holloway
Production
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Ingénierie de mixage
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Ingénierie de mixage
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Ingénierie

Paroles

Shit been crazy for us Still gettin' to it Turnin' shit up with the music Whole gang buss Ain't alot of hoes we gon' lust 'Cause it's a lot of hoes we done fucked Blow this dick on a hutch Come through, shittin' like Russ Plus I keep an arm like must Big bitch, I'm a star See this plain, flip on a car Fuckin' with this bitch in a bar Send a blitz on a var Bet he won't get to tomorrow Send a nigga shit up to Mars All I need is a car I'll spin that bitch 'til tomorrow Know I got my hands in the dark I ain't never did fraud Already got the address, switch the card How you wanna kill your own partner? I don't need no bars This Wockesha not Par Pull over, fuck her in the car This a Cat not a Track' I done lost it all, then got it back Doggy tellin' me re-rack Man, y'all niggas soft This beef'll walk through the park I do a drill as an artist Know I .55 my target This a locked beef, no bargain Thump a nigga down, don't argue And they been lookin' harder for you I just had to silence the tool Bitch with the Glock, I'm a fool We don't stop slidin' 'til they through I average a minimum two Know it been hard for me Bitch, young turnt shit start with me What would y'all do if I just leave? I just quit Real street nigga, I don't trust no bitch In the Lamb', I'm lit Pour a four in the six Ten bands got him killed, quit playin' I don't got no two step but all my shit dancin' Couple hoes out in France, oui oui It's me and two Pateks when I say I'm three deep Bitch, but fuck all that Good girl at home but I fuck all rats Two Cats, three Tracks and a Maybach Now I'm mean to the-, know they hate that Miss me with that fake rap, know a nigga doin' it Can't take another loss, girly, I'll lose it You love me? Prove it How? Hold a nigga down My mama ever need somethin', do it with a smile I'm your baby true enough but the shit in this town Fuck with a nigga Rob, ayy Been steppin' since kids, yeah Jalen died in '010, yeah That's when shit got real, yeah I'm the shit, nigga, still, yeah Whole gang buss Ain't alot of hoes we gon' lust 'Cause it's a lot of hoes we done fucked Blow this dick on a hutch Come through, shittin' like Russ Plus I keep an arm like must Big bitch, I'm a star See this plain, flip on a car Fuckin' with this bitch in a bar Send a blitz on a var Bet he won't get to tomorrow Send a nigga shit up to Mars
Writer(s): Taylor Watson, Dion Marquise Hayes, George Stone, 42 Cheez, Tax Holloway, Taylor Zaman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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