I successi di Young T & Bugsey
Suggerimenti
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young T & Bugsey
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ra'chard Tucker
Songwriter
Adedoyin Julius Adewuyi
Songwriter
Bobby Dixon
Songwriter
Kirk Bennett
Songwriter
Miguel Collins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young T & Bugsey
Producer
Joshua Beatz
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Testi
Oh, ooh, oh-ooh, yeah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah, yeah
They can't keep a good man down
Always keep a smile when they want me to frown
Keep the vibes and I stood my ground
They could never ever take my crown
Who Jah bless? I say, "No man curse"
Things gettin' better when they thought it would be worse
Here comes the officers askin' for a search
They found no weapon, just only a draw of herb
Bro's on obbo, keep it short
Deathly Hallows, Gryffindor
Sleep is imminent, don't let the Grim indoors
Fleetin' thoughts, marble floors, Monte Carlo
Order a three-meal course (mwah)
You know that we vigilant, so many peepin' toms (go)
Jump in a four by four, they're sore
They're beefin' me, man, I don't even beef them dons (skrrt)
She goin' ATL, I'll blow them racks, I don't need them one's
Labels will pay me well
I sold them tracks, I don't need them songs (bae)
Fish filet, Montego Bay, I'm feelin' like Damian Marley (Ziggy)
I'm doin' shrooms with shawty
Fuckin' me, she playin' Cardi and Party, hm
Henny in me, but I feel like a beast
50 on me, so I keep it discreet
Glizzy on him, we're keepin' the peace
They can't keep a good man down
Always keep a smile when they want me to frown
Keep the vibes and I stood my ground
They could never ever take my crown
Who Jah bless? I say, "No man curse"
Things gettin' better when they thought it would be worse
Here comes the officers askin' for a search
They found no weapon, just only a draw of herb, yeah
Girl, what you waitin' for? (hm, hm, hm)
Shake that nyash for me 'til it make that noise
In the Louis V store, look at me, I'm the Louis V boy
In a Lambo' lookin' like a kid with a brand-new toy
I'm coolin' with the Backstreet Boys
I'm with a kitty, like Sabrina
Eater, I'ma make her legs weaker (mwah)
Cuzzy brandish off the nina
Ease up, why you actin' like you're meaner? (Uh)
Thick and ready for the meet and greet up
I might give this girl a fetus
I'm on a Dubai flight, I land and double my Casamigos
Why these niggas wanna test my fate?
Ain't goin' 'til somebody check the place
20 on me, it's a estimate
And I coulda brought the rest with me
She said, "Tuckerz, I can tell you're Jamaican"
Back roads 'cause I'm duckin' the bacon
And I'm comin' with the band, The Wailers
Shawty tell me just take it
They can't keep a good man down
Always keep a smile when they want me to frown
Keep the vibes and I stood my ground
They could never ever take my crown
Who Jah bless? I say, "No man curse"
Things gettin' better when they thought it would be worse
Here comes the officers askin' for a search
They found no weapon, just only a draw of herb
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh, yeah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Adedoyin Julius Adewuyi, Bobby Dixon, Kirk Bennett, Miguel Collins, Ra'chard Tucker
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