Titres les plus populaires de Jack Harlow
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Jack Harlow
Chant
Roget Chahayed
Claviers
Angel "BabeTruth" Lopez
Programmation
Dorian Gayle
Effets sonores
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jack Harlow
Paroles/Composition
Bobby Bernard Turner Jr
Paroles/Composition
Dawoyne Lawson
Paroles/Composition
Dorian Washington
Paroles/Composition
Jose Velazquez
Paroles/Composition
Kensey Rankin
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Paroles/Composition
Nathan Ward III
Paroles/Composition
Nickie Jon Pabón
Paroles/Composition
Roget Chahayed
Paroles/Composition
Ryan Vojtesak
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jack Harlow
Production
Nickie Jon Pabón
Ingénierie de prise de son
Roget Chahayed
Production
Christopher James Knoll
Assistance d’ingénierie
Angel "BabeTruth" Lopez
Production
Leslie Brathwaite
Ingénierie de mixage
2forwOyNE
Production
Bobby Kritical
Production
Charlie Handsome
Production
Nemo Achida
Production
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Production
Paroles
(Yeah, check me out)
(Wait)
I'd do anything to make you smile, bitch
Travel 'round the world and come back home and now my style switched
They say I get spicy when I step out, this ain't mild shit
I hit that last night and she already feel nostalgia
Five hunnid thousand
Just for me to hit my little dance, then I'm bouncing
You know that the bread keep coming, Golden Corral, bitch
You know that the head keep coming 'cause she's a down, ooh
Nice dress but your birthday suit's a better outfit
Mic check (can you hear me now 'cause I just downed it?)
I'm Jack, but I came up with the fucking fountain
My OG's move a mountain, I'm cutting up like a Shaolin
I'm bouncing, I think I need some counseling
I'm bouncing, I think I need some- (think I need some-)
I'm bouncing, I think I need some counseling
I'm bouncing, I think I need some- (I think I need some-)
I'd do anything to make you smile, bitch
Travel 'round the world and come back home and now my style switched
They say I get spicy when I step out, this ain't mild shit
I hit that last night and she already feel nostalgia
Five hunnid thousand
Just for me to hit my little dance, then I'm bouncing
You know that the bread keep coming, Golden Corral, bitch
You know that the head keep coming 'cause she's down-
I'ma fuck the earrings off of you
I'ma check my schedule and then clear it all for you
Look up at the ceiling, yeah, that mirrors all for you
Know I love them curves and how they veering off of you
I'ma grip that body power steering off of you
You know you a star, that's why they cheering all for you
You my lil' muse, get these lyrics all for you
And then I sing 'em like an Ed Sheeran song to you
'Cause I love the shape of you, hmm, you, you, you
I mean the memory is nice, but I would love a tape of you
You, you, you, you, you
I got so much that I want to say to you
I'd do anything to make you smile
Take you the Panamar Canal
Hotels five star like they play for Coach Cal
But they call me Young Pitino 'cause I'm good in both towns
Writer(s): Matthew Jehu Samuels, Ryan Vojtesak, Bobby Bernard Turner Jr., Jackman Thomas Harlow, Nickie Jon Pabon, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, Jose Velazquez, Dawoyne Entre Lawson, Sally Ann Bucher, Kensey Rankin
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