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INTERPRÉTATION
Lil Darius
Lil Darius
Interprète
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Darius Thornton
Darius Thornton
Paroles
Brytavious Chambers
Brytavious Chambers
Paroles/Composition
Horace Walls
Horace Walls
Paroles/Composition
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
Paroles/Composition
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Paroles/Composition
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Paroles/Composition
Mathias Liyew
Mathias Liyew
Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Production
Young Cutta
Young Cutta
Production
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Production
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Brendan Lamarca
Brendan Lamarca
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ambezza
Ambezza
Production

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Tay Keith fuck these n---as up Lamborghini boys we the ones who got it popping Hoe got a cute face but she ain't nothing without no body Marco just went Hellcat fuck it I'll go Mazzi Ain't tryna be in the studio I'm tryna sell exotic You can ask around the city they gon tell you we the hottest Every time that I'm outside you best believe that I'm gon pop it Take a trip I don't gotta take no bags get there and I'm shopping Everybody wanna be in them streets till bodies get to dropping If you drop a diss lil buddy knocking off your noggin Bitch got some good brain I can tell she went to college I get fly as hell I probably should've been a pilot She say she like her privacy I fucked her on a island Amiri jeans size 29 one thousand He still flexing a 20 ball so childish I grew up had to teach myself no guidance We fresh to death my headstone say no stylist I don't need no fucking help Did this shit all by myself Fine shit looking like Glorilla Eat it like Teanna Trump Bags cheap I get them gone Can't tell you who I get them from I been going crazy in my city turned into the plug Lamborghini boys we the ones who got it popping Hoe got a cute face but she ain't nothing without no body Marco just went Hellcat fuck it I'll go Mazzi Ain't tryna be in the studio I'm tryna sell exotic You can ask around the city they gon tell you we the hottest Every time that I'm outside you best believe that I'm gon pop it Take a trip I don't gotta take no bags I get there and I'm shopping Everybody wanna be in them streets till bodies get to dropping Trackhawk boys we really geeked that's how we coming Everybody want to beef until my n---as get to dumping Throwing up sign but no I didn't vomit When this 40 crack his egg I bet he fold like a omelet N---as said they sliming and he never seen a snake Pulled up they was bumping music when we hopped out with them Ks We hopped out got to clapping muscles playing A Bay Bay Introvert don't like to talk well shit it ain't too much to say Why that n---a hate I probably fucked that n---a hoe Why that hoe in love might be my swag I don't know Street n---a before rap before I blew I let it blow I'm not Michael Myers once it's up can never let it go Lamborghini boys we the ones who got it popping Hoe got a cute face but she ain't nothing without no body Marco just went Hellcat fuck it I'll go Mazzi Ain't tryna be in the studio I'm tryna sell exotic You can ask around the city they gon tell you we the hottest Every time that I'm outside you best believe that I'm gon pop it Take a trip I don't gotta take no bags I get there and I'm shopping Everybody wanna be in them streets till bodies get to dropping
Writer(s): Kevin Gomringer, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Tim Gomringer, Henry Lotas-sherratt, Horace Walls, Darius Thornton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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