ミュージックビデオ

特集

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Dimes
Mike Dimes
Vocals
Dro Kenji
Dro Kenji
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Goode Jr.
Michael Goode Jr.
Songwriter
Danny Jerome Jenrette
Danny Jerome Jenrette
Songwriter
Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa
Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Oskar
Don Oskar
Producer
Spiff Sinatra
Spiff Sinatra
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Ben10k
Ben10k
Producer
Tommy Parker
Tommy Parker
Producer
Christo
Christo
Producer
Tyler Chase
Tyler Chase
Recording Engineer

歌詞

Broke her heart, don't regret it Yeah, I love that weed, but if I smoke, I might catch feelings, uh Partner, move that work, you show your work, he might just steal it Homie went down bad, he went from foreigns to a felon Who was tellin', kiss and tellin'? To them bitches I was focused on riches, tryna get a percentage I'm tryna eat, ballin' with all of my niggas I be itchin' for weeks just for the bag, nigga, I'm tryna get richer She a bag, tryna get wit' ya Poppin' tags with all of my niggas, so what that mean? I sit back and roll my weed while I'm chillin' with my team Don't play with that boy, he is not like he Came a long way from them ki's, I went from mucho dinero, the fetti Fuck that bitch, and then I leave Say, "Mike ain't shit," but you still let me? What you frontin' for? Ask a young nigga what he stuntin' for Niggas be asking for problems, I'm asking for commas You ain't like this, bro Came a long way from my old ways, boy, I still fuck a bitch, ain't go away You say I ain't shit? But promise if you let me hit, then you just a throwaway So tell me what that mean I broke her heart, don't regret it (nah) Yeah, I love that weed, but if I smoke, I might catch feelings, uh (I might catch feelings, uh) Partner, move that work, you show your work, he might just steal it (steal it) Homie went down bad, he went from foreigns to a felon (oh) Who was tellin', kiss and tellin'? (Oh, oh) I put extra in this blunt, so I could feel it I would give my word to you, but I just don't know who you tellin' I'm like, "Fuck it, I can toss my feelings, throw 'em in a grave" I'm like, "Fuck these people, they don't know me, hey, hey, hey" Hey, smoke 'til I can't breathe, shawty hate when I drink lean But fuck it, this hoe don't know anything 'cause lil' Dro gon' be geeked She like, "Hey," she a fan, she said, "Kenji be so clean" Yeah, I love my money, more than anything I bet that hoe would put these diamonds over any other bling I know, that hoe ain't mine, but right now she gon' beef for me and gang I called up Kenji and he said the same thing I broke her heart, don't regret it (nah) Yeah, I love that weed, but if I smoke, I might catch feelings, uh (I might catch feelings, uh) Partner, move that work, you show your work, he might just steal it (steal it) Homie went down bad, he went from foreigns to a felon Who was tellin'? Kiss and tellin' (kiss and tellin')
Writer(s): Danny Jerome Jenrette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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