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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carson Arkay-Leliever
Carson Arkay-Leliever
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carson Arkay-Leliever
Carson Arkay-Leliever
Producer
jvstblake
jvstblake
Producer

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Boss Where is relief where is the snaps Where is the Ps where is the racks Beat too cold man I can't hold back Dick got her hoarse ain't mean Bo jack They gon say I'm the brand new jack I swear I live on a separate track Live a sweet life no Cody and Zach Stay on the streets like I'm moving crack Crack like Franklin Saint My girl got no complaints The bed frame holds restraints She like my, man she kiss my Copy my ways Then it's calm when they want my praise My left hip loaded and they dk Where is my snaps man, where is my Waan ku jechlahay That nyash gon live on my mind Passive paid til the end of time Password safe they don't know my line Your ting text back man she coming over Half goat, demigod, hooves like Grover The gang drive by in the all black Rover Talk man down you'll witness Jehovah Wake up pumpum like I'm ammonia Wrist stay frozen like it's pneumonia One leg up on the brand new sofa She like my snake put the Kai in Cobra One named lisa man she a mona Gyal ting pop put the pop in soda My dog got her in downward like yoga Pass that brown skin ting like mocha Where is relief where is the snaps Where is the Ps where is the racks Beat too cold man I can't hold back Dick got her hoarse ain't mean Bo jack They gon say I'm the brand new jack I swear I live on a separate track Live a sweet life no Cody and Zach Stay on the streets like I'm moving crack Crack like Franklin Saint My girl got no complaints The bed frame holds restraints She like my, man she kiss my Copy my ways Then it's calm when they want my praise My left hip loaded and they dk Where is my snaps man, where is my Isi gi odi nmav Make the assault ting sing like Selena Grunt each hit like I'm fucking Serena Bad ting get freaky off tequila You ain't never done no things like subpoena Heart cold, play like viva la vida Light skin ting and she smoke that reefah And I set off like Queen Latifah I ain't been broke in a minute My Gs don't grease my palm on visits I love my girl my guys my digits Paltrow(lium) on the gyat like Gwyneth Keys to the state no Plymouth Must not know when you reached your limit It's long for ya boss now innit Mind blown like my guns thoughts vivid Where is relief where is the snaps Where is the Ps where is the racks Beat too cold man I can't hold back Dick got her hoarse ain't mean Bo jack They gon say I'm the brand new jack I swear I live on a separate track Live a sweet life no Cody and Zach Stay on the streets like I'm moving crack Crack like Franklin Saint My girl got no complaints The bed frame holds restraints She like my, man she kiss my Copy my ways Then it's calm when they want my praise My left hip loaded and they dk Where is my snaps man, where is my
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