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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Shenseea
Shenseea
Chant
Lola Brooke
Lola Brooke
Chant
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Programmation
Dready
Dready
Claviers
Nick Bane
Nick Bane
Interprète
King Los
King Los
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Donny “Dizzy Cleanface” Flores for We Good
Composition
CHINSEA LEE
CHINSEA LEE
Composition
Carlos Coleman
Carlos Coleman
Composition
KARL JAIRZHINO DANIEL
KARL JAIRZHINO DANIEL
Composition
Philip Cornish
Philip Cornish
Composition
Shyniece Thomas
Shyniece Thomas
Composition
Julius Darrington
Julius Darrington
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Production vocale
Dready
Dready
Production
Phil The Keys
Phil The Keys
Production complémentaire
Nick Bane
Nick Bane
Ingénierie de mixage
Mario "Dunw3ll" Dunwell
Mario "Dunw3ll" Dunwell
Ingénierie de mixage
Jordan Brown
Jordan Brown
Ingénierie de mixage
Kyle "IRV" Harrington
Kyle "IRV" Harrington
Ingénierie de mixage
King Los
King Los
Production vocale
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Don't you ever bring scared business to me You're lookin' at the toughest rassclaat Jamaican in the United States of America Ah, Shenseea Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer Grass green but mi still hustle fi make it greener More cheese pon mi bread, it look like pizza VVS so cold, straight out of my freezer Me nuh play, like the dealers, top shottas and squeezers Me nuh talk to bum bitch, bottom feeders Hot head fever, top model diva Pop bottles, we the champion Handle the ball like Kyrie I be main dish, you the side piece Lipstick red like a Ferrari You gon' make me flash on a bitch like paparazzi I'm too fly to crash out, but fuck it, kamikaze Shenseea Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer Lick a shot like trigger finger, I'ma stinger (bzz) My outfit a murder, it's a felony Bitches all in my business without an LLC Man, I do this shit for practice Sonned so many bitches, I might put 'em on my taxes Caribbean Serena with the racket I ain't goin' back and forth with bitches 'cause they ratchet Dem a real bloodclaat, man mascot Can't start beef 'cause the water run deep I got the type of money that can put ya six feet Count myself to sleep in ten thousand dollar sheets Bitches look like lunch, say ya grace, let's eat (big gator) Let's eat (uh-uh, uh-uh) What's beef? (What's beef? Uh-uh, uh-uh) Say ya grace, let's eat (uh-uh, uh-uh) Let's eat Grrt, set, go Never speak on business, it's supposed to be disclosed He gon' get For trolling on my post Man, fuck these hoe ass niggas I been fuckin' on the roads (uh-uh, uh-uh) It ain't a plane, it's Lola (uh-uh) Runnin' over feelings with a Rover Totin' up the toaster, even D1 players couldn't hold up Body like milk, nah, coca' (uh, grrah) Uh, I can hear your heartbeat (heartbeat) Hitters move faster than your heart beat Ain't none of they sins gon' haunt me I'm a ill ass bitch (bad gyal) Got 'em guzzlin' the hot shit Shenseea Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer Lick a shot like trigger finger, I'ma stinger (bzz, bzz) Let's eat (uh-uh, uh-uh) What's beef? (Uh-uh, uh-uh) Say ya grace, let's eat (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Writer(s): Carlos Coleman, Chinsea Lee, Donny Flores, Julius Darrington, Karl Jairzhino Daniel, Lola Brooke, London On Da Track, Philip Cornish, Shyniece Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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