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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quincy Falconer-Banks
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincy Falconer-Banks
Songwriter
Corey Artist
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kayomi
Producer
歌詞
Bitch ass ****
You a bitch ass ****
You a bitch ass ****
You a bitch ass ****
When it's Dolce on my collar, ****, Dolce ain't nothin' bout it
Take it to the top, make your ho sit in the lobby
All I spit is facts and these lil' **** copy
I'm nothin' like em, all these **** losers, I'm the opposite
Bitch ass ****, you a bitch ass ****, you a
Bury all the evidence, they dropped him off at Providence
He thought he was a problem, put my young **** on top of it
I paid a couple dollars, now I don't know what the problem is
Bitch ass ****, you a bitch ass ****, you a
On this block so long, I might get three in the key, ****
Seen my opposition like I'm eatin' for free, ****
That's pita bread, Swiss cheese, chicken supreme
I keep a Russian cream full of green, need my protein
You **** pork n beans, any point, they pointin' the finger
All them buddy-buddy, never stuck with they people
You fall out with my brothers, I can't fuck with you either, ****
Clean my hands with y'all, I gotta keep em sanitized
Tell em' hide, bullets getting through it like a man of God
I'm smokin' somethin' that could heal the blind
I'm still outside, shinin, peel the blinds
I'm actin' uncivilized
When it's Dolce on my collar, ****, Dolce nothin' bout it
Take it to the top, make your ho sit in the lobby
All I spit is facts, and these little **** copy
I'm nothin' like em, all these **** losers, I'm the opposite
Bitch ass ****, you a bitch ass ****, you a bitch ass ****
You a bitch ass ****, you a bitch ass ****, you a bitch ass ****, you a bitch
Hey, you a bitch ass ****, you ain't fuckin' with the God
If we miss you, ****, then all praise is to Allah
If you disrespect and best believe, I'll do my job
These **** tried to ride the wave, but I done turned the tide
Come on now, bitch, we back in business
Cuzzo sellin' chickens, huh
We don't leave no witness, huh
We can't even kick it, huh
We don't like that flexin, you gon' need protection
If we miss it, we gon' double back to teach a lesson
You a bitch ass ****, they know who the realest
Lil' boy, they know we the army
Crowd freak the biggest in Detroit
I been smokin' gas all week, fucked around and lost my voice
I been in the water, yin and yang, get a circle like a coi, huh
I don't fuck with **** like a racist
We masked up, so we not catchin' cases
We not racin, I'll show you what the pace is
Hit him in his, he need a facelift
Good boys
Written by: Corey Artist, Quincy Falconer-Banks


