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Don Toliver Private Landing feat Justin Bieber and future (Official Visualizer Audio)
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실연 아티스트
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
보컬
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
보컬
Future
Future
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
작사
Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
작사
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
작사
Omar Guetfa
Omar Guetfa
작곡가
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
작곡가
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
작곡가
Derek Anderson
Derek Anderson
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Omar Guetfa
Omar Guetfa
프로듀서
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
프로듀서
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
보컬 레코딩 엔지니어
Derek Anderson
Derek Anderson
레코딩 엔지니어
Josh Gudwin
Josh Gudwin
보컬 레코딩 엔지니어
Dominic Vicario
Dominic Vicario
어시스턴트 레코딩 엔지니어
Damon “DJ” Riggins Jr.
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Rachael Blum
Rachael Blum
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
믹싱 엔지니어
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
마스터링 엔지니어
Cardo
Cardo
프로듀서
RYAN MELLOW
RYAN MELLOW
레코딩 엔지니어
206Derek
206Derek
프로듀서
Ryan "Mellow" Venable
Ryan "Mellow" Venable
레코딩 엔지니어

가사

I'm feelin' stuck (feelin' stuck) I'm off a bean (yeah), like, what the fuck? (What the fuck?) I'm in the trees (trees), I look up (look up) What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (ooh-ooh) I don't know why these hoes can't stand me I guess I'm too demanding Went ahead and double coat, the candy (candy) I'm so high, no landing (landing) Drippin', that glock get steady (steady) Rockin' that shit, confetti (confetti) They all let it go on the telly (telly) They all wanna rub my belly I got my dawgs out I'm poppin' at the Ritz (at the-) I got em coming in, shit look like a blitz (look like a-) She wanna check me up, she wanna check my fit (check my) I pull up, the Maybach jumpin', shorty better check my hits I don't know why these hoes can't stand me I guess I'm too demanding Private landing, I guess I keep my candy She super soaker when the beaches sandy I got her in Yoko, better call me Randy Diamonds and Margiela, AP canary yellow She deserve a Patek, cause she one of the members When it come to Saldava, money not a problem Turned me to a killer, I just smashed a model Tiffany come blue, her pussy good and pink Chicago in the winter time I'm ordering minks Selling out arenas I just murked the streets Copped me a brand new castle in the middle east My bitch sit Indian style when we sit down and eat I can do this shit one take, but my style ain't free (Pluto) I don't take hoes on no date unless they got pretty feet (I swear) Quarter million on her head, quarter million on her head She mop me down the best, I can't feel my legs I done sniped off yo hoe, for a crumb of bread Got racks going out the roof, they bustin through the ceiling My new bitch she the truth, she showed me a couple million Is Don here ready like I'm I'm feelin' stuck (feelin' stuck) I'm off a bean (yeah), like, what the fuck? (What the fuck?) I'm in the trees (trees), I look up (look up) What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (ooh-ooh) Keep goin', mmm (oh) Keep goin', keep goin' (mm-hmm) Keep goin', keep goin' Mm, keep goin', keep goin' Mm, keep goin', keep goin' Mm, go, go Mm, keep goin', keep goin' Mm, go I guess I'm spendin', double cup, I'm leanin' (So good, so good, taste it, talk to me) Guess I'm spendin', double cup, I'm leanin' Need you to lean in (lean) She wanna come this way, uh (come on) Heat it up, microwave (microwave) Heat it up, mic, what, what? She wanna ride my wave She wanna come this way (she wanna) She wanna, uh (she wanna), she wanna She wanna, notice how you're feelin' tonight (so tight) Oh, it's how you're feelin' tonight I guess I'm too demanding, I guess I'll keep my candy (I tried to tell you but you know they been misguiding you) Just touched down in Miami (in Miami) I guess I'll keep my candy, I guess I'm too demanding She wanna ride my wave, she wanna rock my chain Heat it up, microwave, come on, I'll show you place (come on) She wanna ride my wave, she wanna rock my chain Heat it up, microwave, come in, show you my place I'm feelin' stuck (feelin' stuck) I'm off a bean (yeah), like, what the fuck? (What the fuck?) I'm in the trees (trees), I look up (look up) What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (ooh-ooh)
Writer(s): Justin Bieber, Nayvadius Wilburn, Caleb Zackery Toliver, Derek Ryan Anderson, Omar Rayan Guetfa, Robert Clark Bisel, Ronald Nathan Latour Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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