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6IX9INE Feat. Fetty Wap & A Boogie “KEKE” (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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INTERPRÉTATION
6ix9ine
6ix9ine
Chant
Fetty Wap
Fetty Wap
Chant
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Walter Spearman
Walter Spearman
Composition
Andrew Green
Andrew Green
Paroles/Composition
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Paroles/Composition
Willie Maxwell II
Willie Maxwell II
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Hernandez
Daniel Hernandez
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Lee "Wizard Lee" Weinberg
Lee "Wizard Lee" Weinberg
Ingénierie de prise de son
Flamm
Flamm
Production
Walteezy
Walteezy
Production
Wizard Lee Weinberg
Wizard Lee Weinberg
Ingénierie de mixage
toopristine
toopristine
Co‑production

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Scum Gang! AM Nation I'll be on the block on the regular With my niggas busting at the cops, on the regular Bitches sucking dick, giving top, on the regular Catch me water whipping straight drop, on the regular Yeah, you know I run up with the shit, on the regular Bare faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular Yeah, I'm 6ix9ine with the 9, on the regular Niggas want war, yeah, kick the door, yeah Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake 'em off, yeah I'm still in the hood, yeah, bussin' juggs yeah Rollin' through the city, yeah, with my niggas, yeah Niggas want they bitch back, I don't chit-chat Run up, hear a "Click-clack", blow your shit back Baby, I ain't a hot boy, I'm a block boy Double trigger Glock, make him Diddy Bop, boy Nigga, we be busting at the opps, on the regular Nigga, we be ducking from the cops, on the regular Bitches sucking dick and giving top, on the regular Shit that's on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain't regular Nigga, if it's coming from my spot, it ain't regular Someone's will is on a different side, it ain't regular You can't take the money when you die, it ain't regular Niggas with me really ready to die, on the regular Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (Yeah) Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah Pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, yeah (Yeah) Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet Different colored coupes, money on the floor, yeah They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah They know I'ma ball like LaVar (Ayy) Ay, 'bout to take a trip to the stars Ay, let a nigga drip in designer Ay, makin' money, flip for the mob I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mmm yeah Shmegular, that's regular, mmm yeah I hit it on the tour bus, ooh yeah If I'm a player, you a slut, ooh yeah I told my .38 "I love you" That's my baby, when I pull up she pull up too See the, Hermès on the buckle, and a Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah Leave 'em wetter, let it rain, nigga Put a .30 to your motherfuckin' brain nigga, ah I'm runnin' around with the same niggas Same niggas that'll take a nigga chain, nigga Huh?
Writer(s): Andrew Green, Willie Maxwell, Artist Dubose, Daniel Hernandez, Walter Spearman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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