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クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ambjaay
Ambjaay
Performer
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ambjaay
Ambjaay
Composer
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Composer
Brytavious Chambers
Brytavious Chambers
Composer
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
Composer
Jeffrey Phillips
Jeffrey Phillips
Composer
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Composer
Craig Love
Craig Love
Composer
LaMarquis Jefferson
LaMarquis Jefferson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
James Kang
James Kang
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer

歌詞

Blow the whistle Blow the whistle Blow the whistle Tay Kieth, fuck these niggas up Ayy, it cost to live like this, you heard me? Ayy, blow the whistle How'd this bitch get in such a pickle? Choppa gonna erase a nigga up, like a pencil Cute face, fat ass, with some dimples Man, I'm bleeding on this bitch, like a minstrel Spin that ass, like the fan on the ceiling No Popeyes, bitch, I'm getting chicken She wanna fuck 'cause a young nigga tripping Put the dick in her out, man, her tooth ain't got fillings AMB, independent Scream my name when I'm in it Jumping out the gym, man, I feel like Blake Griffin Bitch, I go ham, I ain't talking Thanksgiving Getting head, like I'm fitted Get the cash, then I'm dipping Is it me, or is it you? You can tell if she's a..., got her name in her hoops Chilling with the gang that got bitches in the coupe Fell in love with the dank, she blow the dick like a flute Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup Don't worry about me, worry about you (Okay) I'ma do what I do Bitch, I'm the truth They tell me I'm greedy, I'ma need you, you, and you They come when I'm leaving, only two seats in the coupe Come fuck with the leader, I heard your nigga is a loser Baby girl a chooser Not about my music Nigga talking shit, don't get your baby daddy bruised up We just had a couple shots and now she's getting in the mood to fuck Tryna beat it up, I ain't in the mood for love So fuck your Valentine I'm your busy nigga, I don't have the time It's difficult enough tryna balance mine In the club and I'm standing on the couch When we go back to the crib, I'm tryna put it in your mouth Is it me, or is it you? You can tell if she's a..., got her name in her hoops Chilling with the gang that got bitches in the coupe Fell in love with the dank, she blow the dick like a flute Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup Don't worry about me, worry about you I'ma do what I do Fell in love with the loot Follow the leader, you only tough in a group Balling on niggas, I'm MVP when I hoop I'm fucking her good, I beat the pussy until it's noon Blow the whistle, blow the pickle Shake that ass, make it clap, make it wiggle Is it me, or is it you? You can tell if she's a..., got her name in her hoops Chilling with the gang that got bitches in the coupe Fell in love with the dank, she blow the dick like a flute Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup Don't worry about me, worry about you I'ma do what I do Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Bitch!
Writer(s): Jonathan H. Smith, Craig D. Love, La Marquis Jefferson, James Elbert Phillips, Todd Anthony Shaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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