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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
Synthetic
Synthetic
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javier Mercado
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Synthetic
Synthetic
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Engineer

歌詞

Big body GLE-ski, I went bought it (na-na-na-na-na) My diamonds real pissy, they potty (hey) I'm finna pull up in Benz, no Audi No-no-no-no, no, no, no, we don't know nobody 20 bad bitches, they all in the lobby Gettin' rich just like this is a hobby (ayy) Pull off in a Tonka, yeah, this a big body, big body, big body Pull off in a Tonka, yeah, this a big body Big body, big body, big body, big body If everybody could get lit just like this Then they would and they wouldn't even tell nothin' about it Say it again for the kids that just doubted Walked in YSL, then left with a closet I was cleanin' up, yeah, I call that scrubbin' I made her cut ties with her buddy Go 'head, chop 'em up like Paul Bunyan Let it go (brr), let it bang I'm as high as a crane I be chillin' with the demons Off the Perc', I can't walk at all, paraplegic Leanin' sideways off the drank, got me geekin' They don't be high, don't be knowin' the minute (uh) 666, 777, drink it I ain't took a break from the Percs in a long time (uh) Tell this bitch I need the bread, need the long time I ain't never pull a goddamn loan out The bitch turn me on when I'm pullin' my bone out Walk inside that bitch, we don't do no scuffle Makin' money off the Perc', I'ma shuffle (shuffle) Dig it up and bury back like a shovel I don't know what's going on, in a bubble (ah) I don't know what's going on in the world Fuckin' hate the cops, we always in trouble (woo) I don't pay attention to shit But my gang and my money and I don't wanna know about it I be geeked, I take a Tes' in the Tesla I be geeked, I take a crank in the morning You ain't geekin' boy, your life is a lie How you know all that shit? You a spy Heard you snitched, you a bug, you a fly I just woke up, got the Tonka, and go ride it I been geekin' up a lot, I won't lie I been starting to think I'm losing my mind But the devil told me everything fine I just woke up, fucked that bitch in her spine I don't be doin' shit on the online I just be bootin' up out of my mind Copped a double, then I tripled it down Bitch, I don't want nothin', don't wait in no line Hol' up, triple seven Park that bitch back like I'm double heaven Hol' up, triple deuces Pour this bitch up, we got all the juices (drank) Hol' up, speak to heaven Geeked up out my mind, might need me a medic Big body GLE-ski, I went bought it (na-na-na-na-na) My diamonds real pissy, they potty (hey) I'm finna pull up in Benz, no Audi No-no-no-no, no, no, no, we don't know nobody 20 bad bitches, they all in the lobby Gettin' rich just like this is a hobby (ayy) Pull off in a Tonka, yeah, this a big body, big body, big body Pull off in a Tonka, yeah, this a big body Big body, big body, big body, big body If everybody could get lit just like this Then they would and they wouldn't even tell nothin' about it Say it again for the kids that just doubted Walked in YSL, then left with a closet I was cleanin' up, yeah, I call that scrubbin' I made her cut ties with her buddy Go 'head, chop 'em up like Paul Bunyan Let it go (brr), let it bang (bang bang)
Writer(s): Noah Olivier Smith, Javier Mercado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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