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Mike WiLL Made-It (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) - Blood Moon (Official Audio)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Chant
Nat Turner Rebellion
Nat Turner Rebellion
Artiste samplé
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Michael L. Williams II
Michael L. Williams II
Paroles/Composition
Jermaine Cole
Jermaine Cole
Paroles/Composition
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Paroles/Composition
Myles Harris
Myles Harris
Paroles/Composition
Joe Jefferson
Joe Jefferson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Production
Myles Harris
Myles Harris
Production
J. Cole
J. Cole
Production

Paroles

Frr (a-argh) (Ransom) Oh, my fucking god (r-rr) Oh, my fucking god (OMFG) (just other day) Whoa-whoa (Mike WiLL Made-It) Whoa-whoa (whoa) Whoa-whoa (pew, pew) Whoa-whoa (pew, pew) Whoa-whoa (pew, pew) Whoa-whoa (pew, pew) Whoa-whoa (pew, pew) Whoa-whoa (pew, pew) (just other day) Whoa-whoa (pew) Ha-ha-ha-ha Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa (huh?) Whoa-whoa (huh?) Whoa-whoa (a-ah, huh?) Whoa-whoa (huh?) Whoa-whoa (huh? What? Huh?) (Just other day) (Lil Uzi) Stepped in this bitch like a killer (huh?) Stepped in this bitch in all Margiela (what?) Clip on my waist, got a damn caterpillar (pew) Lil Uzi Vert higher than a damn pillar (whoa, what?) White bitch with me like I'm King Kong (uh) She think that I am Godzilla (Godzilla) Ring my doorbell, um, ding-dong Sike, nah, bitch, I live in a pent Huh? What? Bitch, in a pent (in a pent) Huh? What? Bitch, in a pent (in a pent) Huh? What? Bitch, in a pent (in a pent) Huh? What? Bitch, in a pent (in a pent) Huh? What? Bitch, in a pent (in a pent) Huh? What? Bitch, in a pent (in a pent) Huh? What? Bitch, in a pent (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa) Pentagram, pentagram, star wit' a circle (huh) Bitch thought I was just Urkel (whoa) Give me top just like a nerd, purple (uh) All of my weed Runtz (yeah) Fuckin' on ya' bitch from the back, run (huh, whoa) Her ass so dumb (dumb) (just other day) Feel like the Moon, I relate to the sun Whoa-whoa (pew) Whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa (huh?) Whoa-whoa (what?) Whoa-whoa (where am I?) (Just other day) Whoa-whoa (let's go) I'm a star at the top of the tree Told the girl "Leave," like Christmas Eve Speakin' on trees, can't fall, no leaves Niggas, they be salty than a cracker, Saltine I was locked up, cigarette, no coughing Free all my niggas out the can, sardine Niggas, they be pussy, they be pussy, they be pussy, they be pussy I can hear your damn heartbeat She said, "Your dick big for small feet" Pink diamond on my head, it's a marquise Pull up in a 'Rari like a Grand Marquis At the Waldorf Astoria, no Marquis 35-thousand just for two damn teeth We just hit a two man, two man deep The way that she suck on the damn, um, D Made the lil' bitch make her own damn beat, yeah Whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa (pew, pew) Whoa-whoa (pew, pew) Whoa-whoa (pew, pew) (just other day) Whoa-whoa (pew, ransom) Ha-ha-ha-ha
Writer(s): Jermaine L. Cole, Symere Woods, Miles Harris, Michael Len Li Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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