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INTERPRÉTATION
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Chant
Sir Chloe
Sir Chloe
Chant
Fergie
Fergie
Artiste samplé
Ludacris
Ludacris
Artiste samplé
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Paroles/Composition
Douglas Ford
Douglas Ford
Paroles/Composition
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Paroles/Composition
Jose Velazquez
Jose Velazquez
Paroles/Composition
Elvis Williams
Elvis Williams
Paroles/Composition
Micaiah Raheem
Micaiah Raheem
Paroles/Composition
Jamal Jones
Jamal Jones
Paroles/Composition
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Paroles/Composition
Ryan Vojtesak
Ryan Vojtesak
Paroles/Composition
Will Adams
Will Adams
Paroles/Composition
Nickie Jon Pabón
Nickie Jon Pabón
Paroles/Composition
Stacy Ferguson
Stacy Ferguson
Paroles/Composition
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Production
Nickie Jon Pabón
Nickie Jon Pabón
Ingénierie de prise de son
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Production
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Ingénierie de mixage
Angel "BabeTruth" Lopez
Angel "BabeTruth" Lopez
Production
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Production
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Production

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Uh I been a (G), throw up the (L) Sex in the (AM), uh-huh (O-R-O-U-S, yeah) And I could put you in (first class, up in the sky) I could put you in (first class, up in the, up-up in the) I been a (G), throw up the (L) Sex in the (AM), uh-huh (O-R-O-U-S, yeah) And I could put you in (first class, up in the sky) I could put you in (first class, up in the, up-up in the) I could see the whole city from this balcony Back in 2019, I was outside freely, but now they got it out for me I'on care what frat that you was in You can't alpha me, keep dreaming Pineapple juice, I give her sweet, sweet, sweet semen I know what they like, so I just keep cheesing Hard drive full of heat seeking Tryna come the same day as Jack? Rethink it You 'on't need Givenchy, you need Jesus Why do y'all sleep on me? I need reasons Uh, I got plaques in the mail, peak season Shout-out to my UPS workers making sure I receive 'em You could do it too, believe it I been a (G), throw up the (L) Sex in the (AM), uh-huh (O-R-O-U-S, yeah) And I could put you in (first class, up in the sky) I could put you in (first class, up in the, up-up in the) (Are you ready?) Ha, yes I am They say, "You a superstar now", damn, I guess I am You might be the man, well, that's unless I am Okay, I'll confess I am Go ahead and get undressed, I am Okay cool, you on Sunset (I am) I'm 'bout to slide, okay, I'm outside, okay This lifestyle don't got many downsides 'Xcept for the lack of time I get 'round my Family, making sure they never downsize I got visions of my mom saying, "Wait, this house mine?" Can't lie, I'm on Angus Cloud nine I got 'em on the bandwagon now, 'bout time I ain't even got no downtime Every time I speak, she say, "Yeah, that sounds fine" I been a (G), throw up the (L) Sex in the (AM), uh-huh (O-R-O-U-S, yeah) And I could put you in (first class, up in the sky) I could put you in (first class, up in the, up-up in the) I been a (G), throw up the (L) Sex in the (AM), uh-huh (O-R-O-U-S, yeah) And I could put you in (first class, up in the sky) I could put you in (first class)
Writer(s): Elvis L. Jr. Williams, Douglas John Ford, Jasper Lee Harris, Jamal F. Jones, Ryan Vojtesak, Jackman Thomas Harlow, William Adams, Nickie Jon Pabon, Christopher Brian Bridges, Micaiah Abdul Raheem, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, Stacy Ferguson, Jose Angel Velazquez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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