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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Douglas Wayne Kelly Jr.
Douglas Wayne Kelly Jr.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Douglas Wayne Kelly Jr.
Douglas Wayne Kelly Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jalen Bradley
Jalen Bradley
Producer

歌詞

Went out to Kansas and copped me a chain Iced out my cross i ain't put my name
How you so real but your pendant is fake
How you gone cross on your mans
You a shame
The reason you're single
You fucking with lames
These shoes are mason ain't nothing I do basic
I'm still dealing with Bowling Green cases
I'm still paying on Louisville cases
12 took the pack asking bout faces
Where is the racks where is the racks
If it ain't about money then don't even call me Four pockets full this is all me
**** still broke I'm sorry
I'm driving in whips with no car keys
I'm driving in whips with no car keys
Same little Kelly from Foster traditional Record in Atlanta I came straight from nothing You **** spending y'all school check Residuals
I feel like Kendrick I'm already popping
Need a little Sizzle to keep it afloat
I'm doing shows I can't fuck with the non sense This shit bigger than the Super Bowl
You ever put them bowls on the road
Thinking bout upping that score
Fuck being out I'm in that zone
Pray I can reach my inner goals
Pray I can put my people on
Double flights Southwest
Overseas you'll get used to the currency
Baby these is pesos
Smoking on strains you ain't never seen
You ain't never
This shit ain't purple it's indigo
Woods we ain't smoking cones
Recording this shit from the phone
I'm back on the scene like movie
Remember ducking and dodging the Juvie
Uh uh uh
Went out to Kansas and copped me a chain Iced out my cross i ain't put my name
How you so real but your pendant is fake
How you gone cross on your mans you a shame
The reason you're single you fucking with lames
These shoes are mason ain't nothing I do basic
I'm still dealing with Bowling Green cases
I'm still paying on Louisville cases
12 took the pack asking bout faces
Where is the racks where is the racks
If it ain't about money then don't even call me Four pockets full this is all me
**** still broke I'm sorry
I'm driving in whips with no car keys
I'm driving in whips with no car keys
Written by: Douglas Wayne Kelly Jr.
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