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Meyhem Lauren - Badmon Ting (Official Video)
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Action Bronson
Action Bronson
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Meyhem Lauren
Meyhem Lauren
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Curt Chambers
Curt Chambers
일렉트릭 기타
Big Body Bes
Big Body Bes
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작곡 및 작사
Ariyan Arslani
Ariyan Arslani
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Alan Maman
Alan Maman
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B Sadikay
B Sadikay
작사
James W. Rencher
James W. Rencher
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프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
마스터링 엔지니어
Ryan West
Ryan West
믹싱 엔지니어
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
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Yo pass me the ball fool You better fuckin' pick me, ya Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit Fuckin' 360 on this pussy I don't give a fuck I'll kick this motherfucking ball over the fence No shoes on I know you see me on the TV, lookin' like a hunk of beef When I smell your baby mama's shit dungarees Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me But nah, dunny don't get down like me The falcon flies back to the glove when I whistle Don't try to put me in the box like a tissue Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit Fuck around and have some squid ink soup, bitch (Ah man there's so much fuckin' hash in this joint right now son) Uh, you ain't a legend like Gianni I'm so Queens like a Roy Wilkins T-shirt With one arm shredded, and one arm missing Dog, I was born with a lost vision I learned quick I couldn't follow suit Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar soup Now I'm sittin' in first class with a hard dick Listenin' to German guitar riffs, what a life I was made like the beginning of Jurassic Park When they took the fucking bluff on the mosquito with a dope needle Then they shot it in a wild lie in 1983 I popped out holdin' an iron with a visor on Yeah, uh huh Yo, the videos are like a Jewish summer camp promo Your ideas lack of dope, woah Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks On the low like a whip without shocks I bag bitches in flocks Representative for everything official Ya'll niggas can't live, so it's officially an issue Quarter proof penmanship, padded on a rugby Hammerin' the hamper 'case a nigga try to thug me I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival Treat the last record I broke just like a rival Uh, I'm New York before it turned into a bike lane Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane It was written but I wrote it Put religion right on my neck and then I froze it Laurenovitch, yeah 3: 36 in the morning Location: a drug infested area, Brooklyn, New York What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified corner With a Latin individual, corn rows, foam posits All sorts of a felony in his waist But who are you? She only loves me when I'm naked
Writer(s): Alan Maman, James W Rencher, Besnik Sadikay, Ariyan Arslani Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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