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INTERPRÉTATION
Gunna
Gunna
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Chandler Great
Chandler Great
Paroles/Composition
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Ingénierie
Turbo
Turbo
Production

Paroles

(Makers) Yeah, I'm gettin' neck on a yacht Hundred foot parked at the dock Bad hoe poppin' they twat I'm gettin' this shit back on lock Rockin' some Prada high top I'm cashin' out on a lot Turnin' shit back up a notch Fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout I'm back with the racks out the bank Like Titanic, they want me to sink Got a new batch I'm smokin' the stank Went to Tootsie's, let her throw a little twinkie They ain't think I'd go hard in the paint Nigga, I told you, it's fuck what you think, uh Wrap that boy up like a blanket, uh Then take a swim in the lake Took my shirt off, these boys outta shape Hey, young Flobo come turn up the bass Got Bluscotti, I'm smokin' this grade A Got the shrooms, take me straight outer space I wake up, all I want is a payday I got rich without doing the Nae Nae OG Bobby, this ain't no Lil' Ray Ray Get it in, count it faster than straight A's (skrrt) Virgil Mercedes Tinted up, you can't see on the E-way Ballin' like EA Pretty vibes overseas for the C-day (uh) My bitch got a 380 She some up north shit, outta PA Give me neck, yeah, the throat, baby Jump on the yacht, let her go crazy Yeah, I'm gettin' neck on a yacht Hundred foot parked at the dock Bad hoe poppin' they twat I'm gettin' this shit back on lock Rockin' some Prada high top I'm cashin' out on a lot Turnin' shit back up a notch Fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout I'm back in all black like the crow (back) Papa Doc, niggas thought I would choke (choke) Smack her ass and I grab by the throat (throat) Overseas with some treesh on a boat (treesh) Fans see me, they sayin' I'm the GOAT (GOAT) He don't cap, niggas thought it was a joke 800 somethin' for the show (800) Leave a three-five Biscotti in the roach (yeah) I'm in London at Harris in a four-door I rock a jacket and drag it to the floor Poppin' the tags and tags 'til ain't no more Add it up fast, and I tell them, "What's the total?" (Yeah) Feel like spazzin', I'm spazzin' (spazz) Droppin' shit back to back on these boys with no promo (promo) Every day, I get fashion I'm a model rockstar with a cropped leather jacket (yeah) My Lambo the fastest Took the turbo Porsche over to Aston (skrrt) Took the Maybach truck over to Audi (skrrt) Can't believe these fuck niggas that doubted Put that shit on, I don't need your stylist (stylist) Geek it up and get high as a pilot Get the big house with vibes and we vibin' Take the yacht and we sail to an island Yeah, I'm gettin' neck on a yacht Hundred foot parked at the dock Bad hoe poppin' they twat I'm gettin' this shit back on lock Rockin' some Prada high top I'm cashin' out on a lot Turnin' shit back up a notch Fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout Fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout
Writer(s): Chandler Great, Sergio Kitchens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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