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Sniper Gang - Peggy Sue (ft. Kodak Black & Petey Pablo) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Wood
Johnny Wood
Programming
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Programming
Petey Pablo
Petey Pablo
Vocals
Young Cutta
Young Cutta
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
Songwriter
Jonathan Johannes Birkner
Jonathan Johannes Birkner
Songwriter
Moses Barrett
Moses Barrett
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Johnny Wood
Johnny Wood
Producer
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Young Cutta
Young Cutta
Producer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer

Songteksten

You don't eat, then you gon' be food You gon' be on the plate And we ain't tryna be lunchmeat (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice) You don't eat, then you're gonna be eaten They gon' try say that you faking This is about to get dangerous, please, baby, don't Now they serving you at the arraignment Ain't nothing to eat but some ramens Finally just got in relations, but it didn't work Gold earrings Oh, Peggy Sue Cold stepper Go, baby rude You don't eat, then you're gonna get eaten They gon' try say that you faking This is about to get dangerous, please, baby, don't Now they serving you at the arraignment Ain't nothing to eat but some ramens I finally just got in relations, but it didn't work Gold earrings Oh, Peggy Sue Cold stepper Go, baby rude The party is finally over I figured you out, now it's over You should look over your shoulder 'cause you gon' get murked It's a lot of bodies falling, I got bodies, lots of souls Bodies on my conscience, zombies calling for some more Get down, get low, get low (Every day, it's hard to win) Get down, get low, get low (Every day, it's hard to win) Get down, get low, get low (Every day, it's hard to win) Get down, get low, get low (Every day, it's hard to win) You're screeching in terror It's haunting, you're screaming for shelter Demons and steppers, I creep with the metal, I sleep with the Devil Big Papa Petey, I'm a badass (Woo) Been a bad motherfucker since first class (Brr) First day of school, beat a nigga ass (Ayy) And then walked 'round the school without a hall pass (Ayy) And ever since then, I been a street cat (Street cat) Running 'round with the Gs with the seat back (Seat) Yeah, big rim rolling on the Cadillac (Yeah) Pistol on the seat so I can catch your hiding ho ass (Boy) I'm not gon' play around with none of y'all (Nah) Yin and I yang and then we drill the wall (To the window) I done told you, now I'ma show you Picked up my pieces, now I'm back to rockin' and rollin' You never heard nothing like this in this bitch before Me and Kodak going back to back, toe to toe Fire's been lit on the fuse (Nah) And the visual cut, it's gon' give you the blues (Ah) You don't eat, then you're gonna be eaten They gon' try say that you faking This is about to get dangerous, please, baby, don't Now they serving you at the arraignment Ain't nothing to eat but some ramens Finally just got in relations, but it didn't work Gold earrings Oh, Peggy Sue Cold stepper Go, baby rude You're screeching in terror It's haunting, you're screaming for shelter Demons and steppers, I creep with the metal, I sleep with the Devil
Writer(s): Moses Iii Barrett, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Bill K. Kapri, Jonathan Johannes Birkner, Henry August Lotas Sherratt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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