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Chandler, YNG Martyr, and Stafford Beats - FIGURE IT OUT (Lyrics) “I told em put it on me”
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YNG Martyr
YNG Martyr
Vocals
Stafford Beats
Stafford Beats
Programming
Chandler
Chandler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chandler Matkins
Chandler Matkins
Lyrics
Patrick Allen Macgregor Stafford
Patrick Allen Macgregor Stafford
Composer
Seaton Hamish Rogers
Seaton Hamish Rogers
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stafford Beats
Stafford Beats
Producer

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Stafford, wake up I told 'em, "Put it on me" They started throwin' it back I'm about all of the features But I take a likin' to ass I don't even go out the house no more I get it right where I'm at They say, "Chandler, I'm lovin' this new shit But I cannot shake it to that" Here you go Don't let me down I'm tryna see all the ways you move it Then I might go downtown "Are you playin' games with me?" I told 'em, "Without a doubt" I feel like Summer Sanders They're tryna figure it out Hi I'm from Australia, crikey Chandler, your fans gonna like me, uh Thеy probably don't know it But I'm the same dude that just wrotе that lil song about Nike Ticks Shit Oh, that's how you got so rich? I told you my style bipolar (why?) That's 'cause I'm throwin' a fit So don't you be talkin' that big talk I'm not a rapper that's sittin' on TikTok I'll fuck ya cousin, ya mother, ya auntie And trust me, I'm makin' ya bitch watch Oh, I need to settle it right Okay, I'm calm, it's fine This feature is done, goodnight I told 'em put it on me (ooh, YNG Martyr) They started throwin' it back I'm about all of the features But I take a likin' to ass I don't even go out the house no more I get it right where I'm at They say, "Chandler, I'm lovin' this new shit But I cannot shake it to that" Here you go Don't let me down I'm tryna see all the ways you move it Then I might go downtown "Are you playin' games with me?" I told 'em, "Without a doubt" I feel like Summer Sanders They're tryna figure it out Rappers ain't up to the test Never would I call you the best Put that on my family crest You rap, but it does not cop you a check, I know it Turnt off, Loki green, I blow it You get a bag and then you throw it I put a bag in a safe and grow it They don't even know the half of it They don't know I been workin They don't know that my life revolves around writing fire ass verses They don't know that these followers that I've got have never been purchased The only thing that they know is Chandler can dance and Chandler ain't perfect, so I told 'em put it on me (ooh, YNG Martyr) They started throwin' it back (ah) I'm about all of the features But I take a likin' to ass I don't even go out the house no more I get it right where I'm at They say, "Chandler, I'm lovin' this new shit But I cannot shake it to that" Here you go Don't let me down I'm tryna see all the ways you move it Then I might go downtown "Are you playin' games with me?" I told 'em, "Without a doubt" I feel like Summer Sanders They're tryna figure it out Yeah I feel like Summer Sanders They're tryna figure it out
Writer(s): Patrick Stafford, Chandler Matkins, Seaton Rogers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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