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PERFORMING ARTISTS
3D Melz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Dawarren Jackson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Dawarren Jackson
Producer
歌詞
[Intro]
What you is? Hold up
[Hook]
I’m a young money getter she like me too
Keep an iron on them jeans it was creased too
It ain’t nothin’ what it seems I still dream too
Scream that shit until it’s backwards tell em free you
You like girls who like girls? I’m like me too
She said “Melly you don’t care” she like me too
She a baddie with long hair, she a freak too
Said she travel cross the world just to meet you
[Verse 1]
Trap back open what you need? we serving fiends too
Shit get wicked, this shit sticky hope you squeeze too
All this ice around my neck it’ll make you freeze too
Double wrap it cuz the dope about to seep through
She said she want another girl make her cream too
Said she wanna be my girl I gotta teach you
Said she’ll “do anything just to please you”
Oh you knew I was gon make it I’m like me too
You don’t see me like I see you
Know some **** wanna be you
Said it’s cheaper just to keep you
They don’t know I wanna leave you
Stay away from all the leach bitch
He think he a big fish
Shoot around no defense
Leave him on the cement
I’m still with the same **** we don’t recruit
Steady thuggin like I’m Pac I came wit free Juice
Girl we sliding yea I’m on my way
**** dying every single day
My son crying he just wanna play
You see I’m trying I can’t make you stay
[Hook]
I’m a young money getter she like me too
Keep an iron on them jeans it was creased too
It ain’t nothin’ what it seems I still dream too
Scream that shit until it’s backwards tell em free you
You like girls who like girls? I’m like me too
She said “Melly you don’t care” she like me too
She a baddie with long hair, she a freak too
Said she travel cross the world just to meet you
You like girls who like girls? I’m like me too
She said “Melly you don’t care” she like me too
She a baddie with long hair, she a freak too
Said she travel cross the world just to meet you
[Outro]
Said she traveled across the world just to be here
Don't you think this shit peachy ain't shit sweat here
This shit deep yea, you know the rules we play for keeps yeah
Man he think he untouchable I got reach there
Man we turn him to some road kill, how much for that soul there?
He fold up like a lawn chair, leave him on his moms stairs
Phone steady ringing yea sounding like alarms yea
No you can't come here, we got hell of bombs there
Written by: Andrew Dawarren Jackson
