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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young M.A
Young M.A
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Katorah Marrero
Katorah Marrero
Songwriter
Matthew Norrish Jacobson
Matthew Norrish Jacobson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NY Bangers
NY Bangers
Producer

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Oh, this what we doin'? Aight, alright, bet I gotta get a little cocky on this one, man I gotta get a little bocky on this one, ya heard? Uh Holy fuckin' moly, I'm a superstar I drive super cars I fuck the smartest women, I fuck stupid broads They know who I is, they know who I are Fill this cup up like a battery and now I'm supercharged Fill this blunt up, take off like a rocket, I see super stars Moon and Mars Put a message on a bullet, now they know who my shooters are (Grr) Covered up in these tattoos because we can't remove the scars Turn myself into a boss, a CEO, I'm who in charge, uh In love with the game, Cupid shot me through the heart, huh Had to break up with fame because it broke my mood apart Man, I chase them checks so much I nearly tore my shoes apart I'm not a rapper, I'm an artist, bitch, do not confuse the art, no Just let that sink in I'ma let that, I'ma let that sink in Uh, uh, uh Who do I trust? Me, that's who, I do what I must I do what I love You do what you lust, I don't do it for luck I do it for bucks I do it for blessings, turn my L into lessons This is a message I don't hear you haters, must be losin' reception I am the plug (Woo) My only connect is connect with the money Don't fuck with my money (Woo) The chopper will dump, now you jumpin' like bungee Was raised in the city, was raised in the country They pour up the Henny, they pour up the muddy Cut the bitch off, had to get in some cutty The prettiest nigga but shit could get ugly I got a blue heart but I throw up the Bloody The money, the blue, that's word to Kentucky Don't care about shit The liquor, it numb me You hate me, you hate me, you love me, you love me They leave when it rain, they come when it sunny The Grinch in my pocket, that's why they so grumpy She said that I'm cute, but cute is for puppies Bitch, I'm a dog Just feed me and fuck me, uh And roll up a blunt while you rub me Put dick in your box, you put food in my tummy (Food in my tummy) When we get home, Better take off them clothes and no phones, Put your hair in a scrunchy (Hair in a scrunchy) Freak in the sheets but a queen in the Streets, got me singin', like, "Isn't she lovely?" I hate on niggas bitchin', listen, Trigger finger itchn', just call me a junkie Woo, uh, uh, uh This shit is deeper than rap This is above me I am the monkey that's stuck in the Middle of misunderstandin' and judgment They think that they bringin' me down (No) But I'm up to somethin' (I'm up to somethin') I'm here and I'm stickin' around (Huh) This is not up for discussion, nigga, huh? Gimme some head until you get a concussion, yeah To me, it's just normal, to some, it's disgustin', yeah Yeah, throw her ass on the bed when she's fussin' and cussin', uh Like, assume the position, stop makin' assumptions Without the support, I am nothin' Shout out my producer, I can't forget the production I broke a few hearts, had to do some construction I swear it's so hard to ignore that seduction Red dot on the Glock, look like she blushin' I'ma just shit on them niggas that thought They were stoppin' my toilet from flushin'
Writer(s): Katorah Marrero, Matthew Norrish Jacobsen, Huang Hui-wen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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