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INTERPRÉTATION
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Chant
Naddott
Naddott
Programmation
Rok
Rok
Programmation
Warren Hunter
Warren Hunter
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andreas Cristian Matura
Andreas Cristian Matura
Composition
Rok Curkovic
Rok Curkovic
Composition
Warren Hunter
Warren Hunter
Composition
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Warren Hunter
Warren Hunter
Production
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Ingénierie de mixage
Peter Jideonwo
Peter Jideonwo
Production déléguée
Naddott
Naddott
Production
Rok
Rok
Production

Paroles

(I'm shy, oh, my God) Take a chill pill, take a chill pill Take a chill pill, take a chill pill Take a chill pill, take a chill pill Take a chill pill, take a chill pill Bitch, I'm from 800 where we kill, kill Walked up, do a drill, drill Pop out like a pill, pill Wake up in the morning, spark a blunt, and crack a damn seal We ballin', bitch I break the backboard, Shaquille O'Neal (yeah, yeah) Big choppa turn like Timmy, we got Dracos with titties We got kids runnin' 'round with semis That ain't love, that's envy Big Jurassic in your city Bimmers, beams and Bentleys Rollin' 'round, G-Wagon, lean go to my kidneys Bitch, I'm a monster, bitch, I'm a goon I cannot lose, bitch, I'm a winner Diamonds, they dancin' on me like the winter I got the shells, no Master Splinter I got them bales with the flick of my heater Got a cross on my nails, but I won't cross my niggas Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on? Gang (On my gang), whoa On my gang (on my gang) On my gang, on my gang (On my gang), whoa, on my gang Yeah (on my gang) With the gang, I'm a rebel (on my gang) I made treaties with the devil Out in space, don't need no shuttle (bah) Don't be scared, don't need no trouble (haha) I just down this Hennessy, it got me seein' double (gang) Countin' chips, don't let the cookie crumble We-we keep blicks, got that bag, and now I'll never fumble Trippie versus the whole damn gang, it's like a royal rumble (bah) Pussy boy got pushed out the whip I watched 'em roll and tumble (bitch) Your bitch kissin' on my dick, look like she blowin' bubbles (whoa) Yeah, you niggas Autobots, I'm a damn Gundam Walk around this bitch like I'm their pops, now they mad I son'ed them (whoa) Summin' up the paychecks, I'ma get this cash Summin' up that paycheck, I'ma get that bag (woo) Private flights to Berlin, I got jet lag Nigga tryna steal my shine and our jetpacks And I'm only goin' up from here, like a jetpacks And your homie, I rolled up in here It's that good pack (it's that good shit) Bitch, gang (whoa) Whoa On my gang
Writer(s): Michael Lamar Ii White, Andreas Cristian Matura Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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