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EST Gee - TOAST (Official Audio)
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クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Brytavious Chambers
Brytavious Chambers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
Mixing Engineer
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer

歌詞

Never too soon (yeah, yeah) The same lost me to you (yeah) Never too soon (yeah) The same lost me to you (yeah) Never too soon (yeah, yeah) The same lost me to you (yeah, yeah, yeah) Never too soon (yeah) The same lost me to you (yeah) Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Yeah Tryna get the whole thing back Get a long Cadillac If the police spin then we toast I done came a long way, travelin' in the car Like traffic in a four-way, halfway to a whole It just take long to bring back and the load Ain't stamped, it's drought, fall straight to the floor Wishing my dog came back, long live Nate Man, in the club, we spilling out Mo' 250 cash, I chose in the tote I ain't none of these rappers they broke 250 cash, I chose in the tote I ain't like none of these niggas they broke 250 cash, I chose in the tote I ain't like none of these rappers they broke I ain't like none of these rappers they broke I ain't like none of these rappers they broke Took you back for a 2021, like 20-somethin' guns In the twenty, our guns from the shop Wasn't no security or nothin', just me and my youngins' We gon' kill' em if we run into an opp Topping that mix, like work your wrist Trap hard in the bricks, no cream of the crop When I see a rock, codeine, red wock When dude spoke on me, and he end up shot When bruh switched, and he end up popped I sat back and watched, I'ma take my spot I can't be stopped, I'm locked in this spot One whiff of this, and it's clearing up snot Even back then, I was holdin' my chin Knew I was gon' win, no way I'm not Back when my momma got sick Had to give up minus ten Would've gave up my life to save her I can't change it, I'ma gangsta Gun slangin', cold caser Waited patient, niggas ain't come Tough, don't tell me, come with eight guns Number one in the wake-up When I spend some to make some When my best friend was a H bum Nobody made it where I came from Tryna get the whole thing back Get a long Cadillac If the police spin then we toast I done came a long way, travelin' in the car Like traffic in a four-way, halfway to a whole It just take long to bring back and the load Ain't stamped, it's drought, fall straight to the floor Wishing my dog came back, long live Nate Man, in the club, we spilling out Mo' 250 cash, I chose in the tote I ain't none of these rappers they broke 250 cash, I chose in the tote I ain't like none of these niggas they broke 250 cash, I chose in the tote I ain't like none of these rappers they broke I ain't like none of these rappers they broke I ain't like none of these rappers they broke When I come through the city Need a ticket for the show 'Bout the same thing I made for the smoke Next day air, in the rain or the snow I done buck 401 So I can buck for one more Ask for more, and I'm telling 'em "no" Look what they did when I didn't have hope Right for the ball, went flat and my dawg Turned back If they ask why I'm cutting his throat I gotta keep it close Even when I'm at a show Niggas shirt get soaked out here thinking I don't Thought I felt turnt, then I upped my dose Me, James, Baby, like five, ten hoes Bring J home, bop down, not ghost Then it's drop tie, rake us for the goat Had to flip flop white black on the truck Tell these lil' punks in the streets I'm Trump Tryna get the whole thing back Get a long Cadillac If the police spin then we toast I done came a long way, travelin' in the car Like traffic in a four-way, halfway to a whole It just take long to bring back and the load Ain't stamped, it's drought, fall straight to the floor Wishing my dog came back, long live Nate Man, in the club, we spilling out Mo' 250 cash, I chose in the tote I ain't none of these rappers they broke 250 cash, I chose in the tote I ain't like none of these niggas they broke 250 cash, I chose in the tote I ain't like none of these rappers they broke I ain't like none of these rappers they broke I ain't like none of these rappers they broke Yeah
Writer(s): Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, George A. Stone Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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