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INTERPRÉTATION
Post Malone
Post Malone
Chant
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Paroles/Composition
Austin Post
Austin Post
Paroles/Composition
Billy Walsh
Billy Walsh
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Post Malone
Post Malone
Production
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Production
Christian Amadeus
Christian Amadeus
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Shane Moloney
Shane Moloney
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Joey Mora
Joey Mora
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

(Yeah, we want to go insane) Take your bitch, give her back, insane Sent her packing, she was actin' crazy Goin' batshit in the backseat, range She was classy, now she nasty, hey I'm a bachelor, I'm a bastard, hey (wow) Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey Goin' batshit in the backseat, range She was classy, now she nasty, hey Bring that ass, meet me backstage A million racks, I need it cash, cake Yeah, we both got a car, but it's different Yeah, we both got a house, but it's different Yeah, we both got teeth, but it's different (Both got teeth, both got teeth, yeah) I wanna see somethin' in a short skirt, please I wanna see somethin' in a shirt skort, please (wow) Treat my top like my ex, I'ma cut it off completely Treat my top like my ex, I'ma cut it off completely (skrrt, skrrt) Take your bitch, give her back, insane (wow) Sent her packing, she was actin' crazy Goin' batshit in the backseat, range (wow) She was classy, now she nasty, hey I'm a bachelor, I'm a bastard, hey (wow) Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey Goin' batshit in the backseat, range (ooh) She was classy, now she nasty, hey (wow) Second verse, second verse, yay Second verse, second verse, again Put her on game, this is not the same though This is a Mulsanne, diamonds make a rainbow Keep my Glocky tucked like a baby in a manger When your girl around me, she treat you like a stranger I got 20, 30 strippers in the Sprinter van It's a little cramped to try to teach me how to dance Oh, you talkin' that shit, but You ain't gonna do shit, ooh (gonna do shit, ooh) I ain't even gotta get up (get it) Ain't nobody scared of you, ooh (damn) Take your bitch, give her back, insane (wow) Sent her packing, she was actin' crazy Goin' batshit in the backseat, range She was classy, now she nasty, hey I'm a bachelor, I'm a bastard, hey (wow) Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey Goin' batshit in the backseat, range (wow) She was classy, now she nasty, hey (hey)
Writer(s): Louis Russell Bell, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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