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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Vocals
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Speaker
Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Patrick Reynolds
Patrick Reynolds
Composer
Oladipo Omishore
Oladipo Omishore
Composer
Julian Gramm
Julian Gramm
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Plain Pat
Plain Pat
Producer
Dot Da Genius
Dot Da Genius
Producer
J Gramm
J Gramm
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
William J. Sullivan
William J. Sullivan
Recording Engineer
Patrik Ehrenblad-Plummer
Patrik Ehrenblad-Plummer
Additional Engineer
Greg Truitt
Greg Truitt
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chaz Sexton
Chaz Sexton
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Jean-Baptiste
Jean-Baptiste
Producer

Songteksten

Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayy, ayo, ayy Ayy, before we even get started You ugly motherfuckers ain't finna be mocking me While I'm on motherfucking stage Like straight the fuck-up I ain't gon' lie My nigga Cudi been fresh since days, been turning to nights This nigga been fresh since basslines was breaking hearts Fresher than anybody made in America Matter of fact, intergalactic fresh (my sins, baby) DJ Drama (ah, ah, ah, ah) Know, I'm fresh in the night, and I'm doin' shrooms (ah, ah) Can't tell a nigga nothin' when I'm in the room (ah, ah) See, I ball, fuck 'em all 'til you get it, dude (ah, ah) And I pick the hoochie up, get up in the womb (ah, ah) It's a new damn day, bae, I'm comin' soon (ah, ah) In the car, goin', nigga, I'm controllin' the millions (ah, ah) Ball from the ceilin', when we're ragin', we're winnin' (ah, ah) Wait, wait, hol'-hol'-hol'-, hold on, wait a minute (ah, ah) Shit, Cudi, you better get these niggas (get 'em) It's the brawl star, 'til I'm all gone (yeah, yeah) Serving business, get your ticket, tell 'em, "Come on" (yeah) All my niggas with me, can't save 'em, boy (yeah) Can't blame 'em, when I'm doin' what I'm doin' (yeah) I don't give a fuck 'bout a punk talkin' shit (yeah) I'm the illest nigga in it, finna jump up from the top (woo) We ain't here to trust, when I step up with my walk I'm the realest nigga rippin' 'cause a nigga say so (yeah, yeah) Man, some dumb bucks never get it (yeah) Dumb buck stuck, never livin' (yeah) Grind, pullin' up, it begins, now, truck on a bitch Bump, bump, I'm stuck, keep it hidden (uh) And she wanna leave, I let the girl lead (go) Make 'em feel the pain when I bleed, when I bleed (yeah) Yeah, I'm just a WZRD, boy, tricks up my sleeve (yeah) Yeah, I rep the double O even when I leave Yeah, bitch, the cleanest motherfucker up on the scene (uh) Never ever seen a nigga quite like me (uh) Take it on the roof when the vibe too low (yeah) Gotta roll the blunts, but I'm downin' the roll (phew) And I'm all day, stars neon red (uh) Nails manicured, got a neon head (yeah) She tryna talk deep, forgot what she said Got a bad yellowbone and she in my bed (uh) I'm just a king livin' dreams come true (ah) I'm winnin', and I been in it Make her cream, don't gotta say I wanna (ah) When I pull up on the roof, get the scoop, uh-huh (woo) It's the one on, get on down, ah (ah) Rollin' with my nigga, Dot (Dot), and we're ragin' out (hah) With a bitch, with a couple knots (hah) And we know what we got, I'm hot (hah) Sucker niggas think it's love, but I tell that boy "No, it's not" (hah) Can't stop Cudi, no, you fool (woo) Been doin' what you're gonna do, and I'm pretty, too (woo) Goin' hard 'til I'm in the tomb (yeah) Gotta move like I'm runnin' on my last day, I'm super smooth (yeah) And them demons hatin', yeah, they on me Boss, can you hear 'em? Give alarm when you see 'em (tsh) Girl runnin' 'til the endin', I'm fuckin' spinnin' (tsh) I'm pourin' up a side of liquor, and then, I did it (uh-huh) Asked the Lord, the Lord to pass the phone Now, prai-prai-prai-praise your God I'm straight drippin' (yeah), there's the boy Keep your guards up, back-back, help the boy They say I'm singin' (singin') Just a nigga livin' with some stress (stress) Off this bubbly and back (back), red (red) Another nice room, I'm with my villains rubbin' on a fat ass Return of the Mac, I'll rip that (yeah, yeah, yeah) Dot, what up? You know Maybe if you made some changes in your life Think positively Get you some motor You could be fresh, too Know, I'm fresh in the night, and I'm doin' shrooms (ah, ah) Can't tell a nigga nothin' when I'm in the room (ah, ah) See, I ball, fuck 'em all 'til you get it, dude (ah, ah) And I pick the hoochie up, get up in the womb (ah, ah) It's a new damn day, bae, I'm comin' soon (ah, ah) In the car, goin', nigga, I'm controllin' the millions (ah, ah) Ball from the ceilin', when we're ragin', we're winnin' (ah, ah) Wait, wait, hol'-hol'-hol'-hold on, wait a minute (ah, ah-)
Writer(s): Oladipo Omishore, Scott Mescudi, Julian Gramma, Patrick Reynolds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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