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INTERPRÉTATION
EST Gee
EST Gee
Chant
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Chant
Nik Dean
Nik Dean
Programmation
Pooh Beatz
Pooh Beatz
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Paroles/Composition
George Stone III
George Stone III
Paroles/Composition
Darryl Clemons
Darryl Clemons
Paroles/Composition
Dejan Nikolić
Dejan Nikolić
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Pooh Beatz
Pooh Beatz
Production
Nik Dean
Nik Dean
Production
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Ingénierie de mixage
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Ingénierie de prise de son
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Nickie Jon Pabón
Nickie Jon Pabón
Ingénierie de prise de son

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I became what you fantasized about becomin Had to quit sendin music out Cause somebody fucked around Leaked somethin Every girl that I mess with Know what's up, but they keep comin Pretty sure, at this point They don't wanna know the secrets I keep from 'em Put your phone down and be somethin 25 and you broke (Broke) Talkin' 'bout me on the internet But you dapped me up when we spoke (Fake) I don't know if I'm genius But I definitely had a few strokes (Uh) Real rap, not jokes (Mmm) Dress like I'm at Oakes (Ayy) Seer suckin' my coat (Coat) Daycare in her throat (Yeah) Hit songs in my notes (Ooh) Hit notes like, "Don't" I just got in my zone (Zone) Had to let it be known (Known) Brought her out, she got flown (Boom) Unspoken, we bone Fell in love with my tone Airplane on my phone Floatin' off the Patrón In the club and I'm stoned Used to curve me in the tenth grade Now things changed, I'm grown I ain't gettin' dethroned Hit the gas and I'm gone (Hit the gas and I'm gone, gone) I'm the one that put the city on (Yeah) I'm the one that got the city Known off of turkey bands and a minute phone I'm the one that gave us big records I done fucked around and got my Guinness on Yeah, in the city I be building hoes Put butt shots and the titties on Me though, I like natural, 50 bands and a satchel A million in just jewelry actually, And she saved my number under daddy Used to do field trips up to getty Used to do road trips to the natty Don't take no pics and don't @ me I'll take you to the show to meet Jacky These girls will do anything for some backstage passes Yeah, lights, camera, action Don't stop, keep going, it's relaxing You coming on tour, how you acting She see my car and got to asking Yeah, this an Aventador, not a Vette I done went platinum, my go Jack But I'm still living life, no sweat Can't move on, no coupe, the rose truck next It's another quarter million on the risk. Pick her up she ignore a text I told her, more spit, baby, more licks You ain't know I leave, 'cause I'm born sexy If you didn't know, now you know Louisville, young hood nigga, hoe One fifty four for a loaf a show I'm the fire demon to the smoke We all know who hate me the most All the lame niggas that's broke From the black sheep to the goat I was just microwaving my dope Since the white rollie in the Wraith Like my food with a side of coke I ain't gotta say much, y'all know I'm the one that got the city known off of Turkey bands And a minute phone I'm the one that gave us big records Done fucked around and got my Guinness on Yeah, in the city I be building hoes Put butt shots and the titties on Me though, I like natural, 50 bands and a Satchel A million in just jewelry actually, and she Saved my number under daddy Used to do field trips up to getty Used to do road trips to the natty Don't take no pics and don't @ me I'll take you to the show to meet Jacky These girls will do anything for some Backstage passes
Writer(s): Darryl Clemons, Nik Frascona, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Nickie Jon Pabon, George Albert Stone Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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