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INTERPRÉTATION
Swae Lee
Swae Lee
Chant
Future
Future
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Braylin Bowman
Braylin Bowman
Composition
Donny Flores
Donny Flores
Composition
Nathan Scott Lamarche
Nathan Scott Lamarche
Composition
Cody Rounds
Cody Rounds
Composition
Nicholas Mira
Nicholas Mira
Composition
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Composition
Khalif Brown
Khalif Brown
Paroles/Composition
Edgard N. Herrera
Edgard N. Herrera
Composition
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Composition
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Composition
Maudell Watkins
Maudell Watkins
Composition
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Cxdy
Cxdy
Production
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Production
Terrance Armond
Terrance Armond
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Production
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Production
Resource
Resource
Production
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Production
Edgard N. Herrera
Edgard N. Herrera
Ingénierie de mixage
Nash
Nash
Production

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Whip fit four or ifve in it GPS, so you're not misguided (hey, hey) Internet Money, bitch Uh (yeah), hey (yeah) Pull up in a whip, fit four or five in it (five in it) GPS, so you're not misguided (guided) Run with me, you can go where the sky is Tell me what you want, girl, don't be silent (hey, hey) When you with me, girl, you feel enlightened (ooh) Don't be scared, baby, don't be frightened (oh, oh) Rollin' up the dope, baby, I get the highest (oh) I said don't hold back, just enjoy the ride Thrustin', doin' it right I know a nigga can be so connivin' (deprivin') I need your attention undivided ('vided) You want the vibe, I can provide it (provide it) Thrustin', thrustin' (thrustin') Bustin', she bustin' (buss, buss it, buss it) Pussy so good that I might sing (ooh) He a PYT, she a young hot thing Got me thrustin', the thrust got her bustin' Got me surfin' through the pussy like a jet-ski Banana-colored rims on the Bentley Got no key for the ignition, woah, woah, woah, woah Made our own religion, our own rules Made our own religion, our own rules I bought her fresh pearls and Chanel Coco Whatever we gon' do, don't irk my soul Goin' beyond, beyond, beyond (goin' beyond) Goin' beyond, beyond, beyond (goin' beyond) Goin' beyond, beyond, beyond (PYT) I done took one off the bench and turned her to a starter Changin' my rings for the quarters (woah, Freebandz) I ain't fallin', but I love that body (I love that) I ain't fallin', but I love me a hottie Trust me, don't think about it Cross me, don't think about it Thrustin', doin' it right I know a nigga can be so conniving (deprivin') I need your attention undivided ('vided) You want the vibe, I can provide it (provide it) Thrustin', thrustin' (thrustin') Bustin', she bustin' (buss, buss it, buss it) Pussy so good that I might sing (ooh) He a PYT, she a young hot thing I'm lustin', so follow me (yeah) Gyal feisty, shawty feisty (hey) And she high class, so that's pricey (pricey) This a big, big, big one right here Ya dig what I'm sayin'? This massive I fuck her so good that she charge a small fee (Global)
Writer(s): Nathan Scott Lamarche, Rio Francesco Leyva, Edgar Martin Herrera, Jasper Harris, Nicholas Mira, Cody H Rounds, Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Maudell Watkins, Donny Flores, Braylin Phillip Bowman, Khalif Malik Ibn Shaman Brown, Nayvadius Wilburn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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