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INTERPRÉTATION
Trippie Redd
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Scott Storch
Paroles/Composition
Vincent J. Van Den Ende
Paroles/Composition
Michael Lamar White II
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Scott Storch
Production
Michael "Rarrii" Testa
Ingénierie
Todd Robinson
Ingénierie
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Ingénierie de mixage
Avedon
Production
JRich ENT.
Ingénierie de prise de son
Mike Bozzi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Scott Storch
Oh, so they think I wanna die, yeah
'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah
Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah
Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah
These people don't want me alive, no
They wanna play games with my life, oh
The coupe doors are suicide, oh
The coupe doors are suicide, oh-ah
Said I hope you got my note, bitch
Ayy, I left it on the suicide door, bitch
Yeah and you left it on the floor, bitch
Ayy, rule number 1 never trust no bitch
Get this green then smoke this green, gotta stay potent
Pussy nigga talking shit but he ain't know shit
Chicken noodle ass nigga, man, you boneless
Yeah, I keep my ratchet, boy, you pole-less
Way, throwing bands tonight
Throwing bands tonight, shawty throwing bands tonight
Throwing bands tonight, huh
Oh, so they think I wanna die, yeah
'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah
Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah
Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah
These people don't want me alive, no
They wanna play games with my life, oh
The coupe doors are suicide, oh
The coupe doors are suicide, oh-ah
Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Michael Lamar Ii White, Vincent Van Den Ende
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