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Roddy Ricch - Blue Cheese [Official Audio]
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特集

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
AlekBeatz
AlekBeatz
Songwriter
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
AlekBeatz
AlekBeatz
Producer
Beezo
Beezo
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

Posted up with Yeezy Got the chain on my Rolls Royce Runnin' up a mill', too easy, I ain't got no choice Did a festival run and I damn near lost my voice They ain't never let me in this bitch, I kicked the door If he a rat, then I ain't never gon' trust him I keep blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese Blue cheese inside the duffel She pull up in a yellow Lamborghini, color butter See, Roddy corporate But I run with niggas out the gutter (hoo-hoo) I been workin' so hard that I just missed supper (hoo-hoo) Know some niggas that keep bricks inside of tupper (hoo-hoo) All my diamonds hit so hard I got a concussion (hoo-hoo) I be fuckin' all the bitches that he cuffin' (hoo-hoo) I was out in Miami, that's two hours from Orlando Had to get Dubai money, I'm slidin' on the sando We recruited niggas out the army with the ammo Fucked her in a penthouse suite, I better light a candle I doubled this Promethazine, but don't be in my business We might fly out to your city, and yes We brought some twins with us My man be so damn high, he geek, geek, geek He brought the triple cup Don't speak on my name We diss and clean the nigga dissin' us Posted up with Yeezy Got the chain on my Rolls Royce Runnin' up a mill', too easy, I ain't got no choice Did a festival run and I damn near lost my voice They ain't never let me in this bitch, I kicked the door If he a rat, then I ain't never gon' trust him I keep blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese Blue cheese inside the duffel She pull up in a yellow Lamborghini, color butter See, Roddy corporate But I run with niggas out the gutter (hoo-hoo) I keep blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese Blue cheese inside the duffel (hoo-hoo) See, Roddy corporate But I run with niggas out the gutter (hoo-hoo)
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Rodrick Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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