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Don Toliver Private Landing feat Justin Bieber and future (Official Visualizer Audio)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
Chant
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
Chant
Future
Future
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
Paroles
Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
Paroles
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Paroles
Omar Guetfa
Omar Guetfa
Composition
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Composition
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
Composition
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Omar Guetfa
Omar Guetfa
Production
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Production
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Ingénierie d’enregistrement des voix
Josh Gudwin
Josh Gudwin
Ingénierie d’enregistrement des voix
Dominic Vicario
Dominic Vicario
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Damon “DJ” Riggins Jr.
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Rachael Blum
Rachael Blum
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Cardo
Cardo
Production
RYAN MELLOW
RYAN MELLOW
Ingénierie de prise de son
206Derek
206Derek
Production
Ryan "Mellow" Venable
Ryan "Mellow" Venable
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

I'm feelin' stuck (feelin' stuck) I'm off a bean (yeah), like, what the fuck? (What the fuck?) I'm in the trees (trees), I look up (look up) What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (ooh-ooh) I don't know why these hoes can't stand me I guess I'm too demanding Went ahead and double coat, the candy (candy) I'm so high, no landing (landing) Drippin', that glock get steady (steady) Rockin' that shit, confetti (confetti) They all let it go on the telly (telly) They all wanna rub my belly I got my dawgs out I'm poppin' at the Ritz (at the-) I got em coming in, shit look like a blitz (look like a-) She wanna check me up, she wanna check my fit (check my) I pull up, the Maybach jumpin', shorty better check my hits I don't know why these hoes can't stand me I guess I'm too demanding Private landing, I guess I keep my candy She super soaker when the beaches sandy I got her in Yoko, better call me Randy Diamonds and Margiela, AP canary yellow She deserve a Patek, cause she one of the members When it come to Saldava, money not a problem Turned me to a killer, I just smashed a model Tiffany come blue, her pussy good and pink Chicago in the winter time I'm ordering minks Selling out arenas I just murked the streets Copped me a brand new castle in the middle east My bitch sit Indian style when we sit down and eat I can do this shit one take, but my style ain't free (Pluto) I don't take hoes on no date unless they got pretty feet (I swear) Quarter million on her head, quarter million on her head She mop me down the best, I can't feel my legs I done sniped off yo hoe, for a crumb of bread Got racks going out the roof, they bustin through the ceiling My new bitch she the truth, she showed me a couple million Is Don here ready like I'm I'm feelin' stuck (feelin' stuck) I'm off a bean (yeah), like, what the fuck? (What the fuck?) I'm in the trees (trees), I look up (look up) What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (ooh-ooh) Keep goin', mmm (oh) Keep goin', keep goin' (mm-hmm) Keep goin', keep goin' Mm, keep goin', keep goin' Mm, keep goin', keep goin' Mm, go, go Mm, keep goin', keep goin' Mm, go I guess I'm spendin', double cup, I'm leanin' (So good, so good, taste it, talk to me) Guess I'm spendin', double cup, I'm leanin' Need you to lean in (lean) She wanna come this way, uh (come on) Heat it up, microwave (microwave) Heat it up, mic, what, what? She wanna ride my wave She wanna come this way (she wanna) She wanna, uh (she wanna), she wanna She wanna, notice how you're feelin' tonight (so tight) Oh, it's how you're feelin' tonight I guess I'm too demanding, I guess I'll keep my candy (I tried to tell you but you know they been misguiding you) Just touched down in Miami (in Miami) I guess I'll keep my candy, I guess I'm too demanding She wanna ride my wave, she wanna rock my chain Heat it up, microwave, come on, I'll show you place (come on) She wanna ride my wave, she wanna rock my chain Heat it up, microwave, come in, show you my place I'm feelin' stuck (feelin' stuck) I'm off a bean (yeah), like, what the fuck? (What the fuck?) I'm in the trees (trees), I look up (look up) What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (ooh-ooh)
Writer(s): Justin Bieber, Nayvadius Wilburn, Caleb Zackery Toliver, Derek Ryan Anderson, Omar Rayan Guetfa, Robert Clark Bisel, Ronald Nathan Latour Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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