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INTERPRÉTATION
Juicy J
Juicy J
Chant
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Chant
Lil Bibby
Lil Bibby
Chant
Young Thug
Young Thug
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Paroles/Composition
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
Paroles/Composition
Brandon Dickinson
Brandon Dickinson
Paroles/Composition
Lukasz Gottwald
Lukasz Gottwald
Paroles/Composition
Theron Thomas
Theron Thomas
Paroles/Composition
Timothy Thomas
Timothy Thomas
Paroles/Composition
Henry Russell Walter
Henry Russell Walter
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dr. Luke
Dr. Luke
Production
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Ingénierie de mixage
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Ingénierie
Clint Gibbs
Clint Gibbs
Ingénierie
Fareed Salamah
Fareed Salamah
Ingénierie
Michael "Crazy Mike" Foster
Michael "Crazy Mike" Foster
Ingénierie
Cameron Montgomery
Cameron Montgomery
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jon Schacter
Jon Schacter
Assistance d’ingénierie
Henry Russell Walter
Henry Russell Walter
Production
Rachael Findlen
Rachael Findlen
Assistance d’ingénierie
Sean Buchanan
Sean Buchanan
Assistance d’ingénierie
Todd Bergman
Todd Bergman
Assistance d’ingénierie
John Hanes
John Hanes
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

My beat low (my beat low) My bass low (my bass low) I ride low (I ride low) She go low (she go low) My beat low (my beat low) My bass low (my bass low) I ride low (I ride low) Juicy to tell her what you said, bro Me, Juicy J, got too many hoes Me, Juicy J, got too many flows Clique ballin' out like the '98 Lakers Pull up in a million-dollar car and violate it Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on Monday Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a bitch off the runway I ain't even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her roommate And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it ain't no discussion It cost to be the boss, my nigga you way out of your budget Who you playin' with lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin' Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button My beat low (my beat low) My bass low (my bass low) I ride low (I ride low) She go low (she go low) My beat low (my beat low) My bass low (my bass low) I ride low (I ride low) She go low (she go low) I get a brick, you know I get it for the (low) Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down (low) I do a verse, you know my prices ain't (low) Lil' momma know I like my kisses down (low) Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins Pull up with them V twins in my engine All this ice all around me like a penguin I ain't talkin' bowlin', but I'm with the kingpin I pull up with a nigga with a real big dick That's just so good, man a bitch came quick I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch ain't rip I'm fly every day but a bitch ain't trippin' You be on that bull, you be on Scott Pippen I be pimp walkin', I'm limpin' C's on my bag so they think I'm crippin' Every nigga in here wanna know what I'm drinkin' Myx Moscato, niggas I keep a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch My beat low (my beat low) My bass low (my bass low) I ride low (I ride low) She go low (she go low) My beat low (my beat low) My bass low (my bass low) I ride low (I ride low) She go low (she go low) I get a brick, you know I get it for the (low) Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down (low) I do a verse, you know my prices ain't (low) Lil' momma know I like my kisses down (low) I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low Mr. Leave-Her-At-Home-He'll-Take-Your-Ho Mr. Stack-That-Dough Young rich nigga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow Tell a rap nigga, "I'm not feelin' you" Stop frontin', boy, y'all not criminals At the top, man they talkin' 'bout killin' you Got two 9's but they're not identical I'll never trait on my squad, nigga Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, nigga In other words, you a fraud, nigga I'll pull your card, nigga I'm a young boss, I'm runnin' shit Call me King Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen nothin' At the club, their jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz 30 deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out with my Timbs I'm in here chillin' with my feet up I told y'all that I'm 'bout to heat up Man, it's time to kill all this weak stuff Pull the beat up, watch me eat up My beat low (my beat low) My bass low (my bass low) I ride low (I ride low) She go low (she go low) My beat low (she go low) My bass low (she go low) I ride low (she go low) She go low (she go low) I get a brick, you know I get it for the (low) Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down (low) I do a verse, you know my prices ain't (low) Lil' momma know I like my kisses down (low)
Writer(s): Lukasz Gottwald, Onika Tanya Maraj, Theron Makiel Thomas, Timothy Jamahli Thomas, Jordan Houston, Brandon George Dickinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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