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INTERPRÉTATION
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Chant
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programmation
Bobby Raps
Bobby Raps
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Robert John Richardson
Robert John Richardson
Paroles/Composition
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Paroles/Composition
Wheezy
Wheezy
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Wheezy
Wheezy
Production
Bobby Raps
Bobby Raps
Production
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Ingénierie de mixage
Sloane Esme
Sloane Esme
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Manny Galvez
Manny Galvez
Ingénierie de prise de son
Cristal Viramontes
Cristal Viramontes
Ingénierie de prise de son
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

(Wheezy outta here) I can't believe you just swallowed a family You tell me that pussy is not property But I'm 'bout to leave it with property damage And please do not go fuck the opp if I vanish She sleep in my robe, that Versace, that's fancy I'm sweet in her throat, her esophagus candy Treat me like Mentos, got me jolly as ranchers Girl, I got news for you That man can't do what I do for you I keep control on cruise, so cool for you Keep these hoes on snooze, no snooze button I keep my focus on you, do the moves for me, move with it I get lost in it like a new city Leave your drawers with me like a souvenir I went long in it, ain't no two minutes I'ma ball in it, I'ma hoop in it I don't talk shit, I keep it two pennies I don't want shit unless you give it No new bitches unless you kiss 'em No, no new bitches unless you kiss 'em No new bitches unless you kiss 'em If I don't know shit, I know what to do with it Lil' mama you the shit, number two with it I can't believe you just swallowed a family You tell me that pussy is my property But I'm 'bout to leave it with property damage And please do not go fuck the opp if I vanish She sleep in my robe, that Versace, that's fancy I'm sweet in her throat, her esophagus candy Treat me like Mentos, got me jolly as ranchers Pop that pussy for a real nigga I'ma pop that pussy like a pill, nigga Tylenol P.M., Advil, nigga Make her drop that pussy like it spilled, nigga And I'ma mop that pussy like it spilled, nigga And I'ma cop that pussy like it steal, nigga And I'ma rock that pussy like the lil' nigga And I'ma shock that pussy 'cause I'm ill, nigga (Wheezy outta here) Make the pussy lips whisper in my ear, nigga Making fuck faces ugly like Seal, nigga Got a rubber on like a Richard Mille, nigga Make her pop that pussy like a hair trigger Bop-bop-bop that pussy like a snare, nigga Got her legs bust open in the chair, nigga Pussy so pink it look medium rare, nigga I don't talk shit, I keep it two pennies I don't want shit unless you give it No new bitches unless you kiss 'em No, no new bitches unless you kiss 'em No new bitches unless you kiss 'em If I don't know shit, I know what to do with it Lil' mama you the shit, number two with it I can't believe you just swallowed a family You tell me that pussy is my property But I'm 'bout to leave it with property damage And please do not go fuck the opp if I vanish She sleep in my robe, that Versace, that's fancy I'm sweet in her throat, her esophagus candy Treat me like Mentos, got me jolly as ranchers
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Robert John Richardson, Wesley Tyler Glass Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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