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Topsongs van Belly
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belly
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahmad Balshe
Composer
Keenon Jackson
Composer
Dijon McFarlane
Composer
Jason Holt
Composer
Danny Schofield
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Producer
Faris Al-Majed
Engineer
DannyBoyStyles
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ivan Jimenez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jason Holt
Producer
Songteksten
Yeah
Mustard on the beat, hoe
Thinking you a bad bitch
Really, you just doing bad bitch
Fronted on me when I ain't had shit
Until I came up like a savage
Foreign girl with a accent (yuh)
She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it's true)
You fronted on me when I ain't had shit (yuh)
Until I came up like a savage
I been up four days
I ain't even sleep four days
I been comin' down four days
I would rather dream when I'm awake
Ayy, I ain't crashed in like four days
Liquor got me goin' more craze
Left the record, buy the store safe
I lie and say the world's yours
I put my mama in a million dollar condo
I just made a million dollars off a convo
My gorilla strapped up like the gun show
Had this motherfucker lookin' like the congo
Uh, I made it out the jungle
If you hatin', bet this dick gon' reach your tonsils
Huh, bitch call me Papa Shango
I'ma beat, beat it up just like a bongo, hey
Thinking you a bad bitch
Really, you just doing bad bitch
Fronted on me when I ain't had shit
Until I came up like a savage
Foreign girl with a accent (yuh)
She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it's true)
You fronted on me when I ain't had shit (yuh)
Until I came up like a savage
I been up four days
I ain't even sleep four days
I been comin' down four days
I would rather dream when I'm awake
Ayy, I ain't crashed in like four days
Liquor got me goin' more craze
Left the record, buy the store safe
I lie and say the world's yours
Belly, what's brackin'?
You fronted on me, fr-fr-fronted on me
That's the worse you could do when you done it on me
I fucked your friends 'cause you used to fuck my homies
She told her friends, "That nigga stunted on me"
Pull off in that Lambo
Burnin' rubber and my eyes low (bitch, back the fuck up)
I tell her she can fuck up my life
Just don't fuck up my cash flow
Walk up in this bitch, Louis, Gucci, lil Prada
Went from none to somethin', been like tada
When you hear how I ball, don't call
This is not your cheese, you get nada
You did me wrong when I ain't had shit
Got done like Ellie, you a bad bitch
I used to sleep on mattress
Now I got ex hoes on my tracklist
Thinking you a bad bitch
Really, you just doing bad bitch
Fronted on me when I ain't had shit
Until I came up like a savage
Foreign girl with a accent (yuh)
She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it's true)
You fronted on me when I ain't had shit (yuh)
Until I came up like a savage
I been up four days
I ain't even sleep four days
I been comin' down four days
I would rather dream when I'm awake
Ayy, I ain't crashed in like four days
Liquor got me goin' more craze
Left the record, buy the store safe
I lie and say the world's yours
Writer(s): Danny Schofield, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Ahmad Balshe, J. Holt
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