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Ghostluvme
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Symere Bysil Woods
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Clayton Lisy
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Brandon Finessin
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Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
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Javier Mercado
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John Klovee
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Spencer Mott
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Brandon Finessin
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Astrid
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Andrew Schwartz
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Ryan Schwabe
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Benjamin Thomas
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Paroles
Woah
Gotta run through the sack, gotta get it some more
(Run through the sack, gotta get it some more)
Gotta run through the sack, gotta get it some more
(Run through the sack, gotta get it some more, yeah)
Gotta run through the racks, with my man on my back (Yeah)
I fell in love with the muhfuckin' racks (Racks)
I fell in love with the muhfuckin' stacks (Yeah)
No, I cannot fall in love with no gnat (Ayy)
Hit from the back, then I pull out her tracks
I come in first, no I can't come in last (Last)
I know nobody out here on my back
Everything I say, I know that's a fact
Gotta run through the racks, with my man on my back
I fell in love with the muhfuckin' racks (Racks)
I fell in love with the muhfuckin' stacks (Yeah)
No, I cannot fall in love with no gnat (Yeah)
Hit from the back, then I pull out her tracks (Ayy)
I come in first, no I can't come in last (Last)
I know nobody out here on my back
Everything I say, I know that's a fact
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah I came with the cash
Niggas, they mad 'cause they bitch on my ass (Woah)
Niggas, they mad 'cause I pulled up the racks
Don't got my gun, then you probably get stabbed
I do the crime and I don't need a mask (Yeah)
I still walk around, Balmain on my ass
I walk around with a whole lotta gas
Not in the mall but I'm poppin' them tags
Yeah-yeah-yeah (Woah, ayy)
I move around like an alien
One of my best friends, they move like a felon, and
Yeah-yeah-yeah (Ayy, ayy)
I'm not a snitch, I'm not telling 'em
If he get locked up, you know that I'm bailing him (Woah)
Gotta run through the racks, with my man on my back (Yeah)
I fell in love with the muhfuckin' racks (Racks)
I fell in love with the muhfuckin' stacks (Yeah)
No, I cannot fall in love with no gnat (Ayy)
Hit from the back, then I pull out her tracks
I come in first, no I can't come in last (Last)
I know nobody out here on my back
Everything I say, I know that's a fact
Gotta run through the racks, with my man on my back
I fell in love with the muhfuckin' racks (Racks)
I fell in love with the muhfuckin' stacks (Yeah)
No, I cannot fall in love with no gnat (Yeah)
Hit from the back, then I pull out her tracks (Ayy)
I come in first, no I can't come in last (Last)
I know nobody out here on my back
Everything I say, I know that's a fact (One, two, three, four)
Bitch, it's Ghostluvme, I came with a bag (Ghostluvme)
Crackers are mad 'cause their bitch call me dad (Woah)
Crackers are mad 'cause I tripled my racks (Yeah)
Talk shit in public, you'll probably get smacked (Yeah)
I fucked that dime and I don't need a bag (Yeah)
Cum on her face, wipe it off with a rag (Woah)
Uppin' my team like I'm raising a flag
I want it all, so I'm uppin' the tax (One, two, three, go)
Yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah)
I move around like an alien
Since my one brother died, I don't trust anyone
Yeah-yeah-yeah (Woah, woah, woah, yeah)
I got a bitch who's gon' feel it know
All of my brothers, you know that I bailed them out
Gotta run through the racks, with my man on my back (Yeah)
I fell in love with the muhfuckin' racks (Racks)
I fell in love with the muhfuckin' stacks (Yeah)
No, I cannot fall in love with no gnat (Ayy)
Hit from the back, then I pull out her tracks
I come in first, no I can't come in last (Last)
I know nobody out here on my back
Everything I say, I know that's a fact
Gotta run through the racks, with my man on my back
I fell in love with the muhfuckin' racks (Racks)
I fell in love with the muhfuckin' stacks (Yeah)
No, I cannot fall in love with no gnat (Yeah)
Hit from the back, then I pull out her tracks (Ayy)
I come in first, no I can't come in last (Last)
I know nobody out here on my back
Everything I say, I know that's a fact (One, two, three, four)
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Brandon Veal, Javier Mercado, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, John David Klovee, Spencer Allen Mott
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