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Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kieran Lasker
Kieran Lasker
Assistant Engineer
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Dude was kinda speaking' on you in a negative manner Gettin' out his body and I got on top of that for you Believe that, come here, bitch Money long (money) But my dick longer (it is) Cellphone (yeah) Want that pussy, phone her (hello?) Sent her home (yeah) Bitch, I'm a loner Money long (money) But my dick longer Say your pack strong (pack strong) But my pack stronger Mister bring it home (bring it home) Double California Don't get your head blown (boom) Drop a digit on ya You say your money long (whew) But my dick longer Let the dons step off planes I go dumb, hold up, wait Breadwinner, I don't wait What you skrrrt? Ain't no brakes Black on black, matchin' plates Back to hat, match the K Back to back, I'm on drank Matter fact, that's a shame Gettin' better, sippin' lesser Damn near had everything Watch plain, rockin' Jane Get you changed for some change I'm Gucci love, and I don't change Why not get that through your brain? I'm shy, big body Range I glide, we not the same Tryna get back to that rico But I had to fly to Spain Hold up, let me take this call Just got off the phone with Mane State your business, state the business We can not get in your face Breadwinner, how I came I got weight on my name And that's on gang Money long (money) But my dick longer (it is) Cellphone (yeah) Want that pussy phone her (hello?) Sent her home (yeah) Bitch, I'm a loner Money long (money) But my dick longer Say your pack strong (pack strong) But my pack stronger Mister bring it home (bring it home) Double California Don't get your head blown (boom) Drop a digit on ya You say your money long (whew) But my dick longer Thumbin' through it, I'm with one of my killers Really think they belong in a kennel I'ma die strong-armin' the Civic Sneak geek, pour it up in the sampler Fly to me I be goin' in slippers I'd dive in your shit in a minute Sometimes, I get awkward intentions Calm down, my reflection a killer Ask Kaza if you do not remember How I rock a t-shirt and a fitted Snapback, put a hole in your center Really that, I'm controllin' the temperature You ain't heard? I'm supplyin' the weather Out the country, like Miles, I'm extra Hashish, hundred pounds or better Diss me, hit the town extensive Two times, dick her down, I'm pressured Like kids say, mines is better I'm yeah, yeah, I be steppin' Flash out, sometimes I'm special Cigarette breath hoes, I never You fall, please leave my presence Bling blow, my gold reflectin' I smile, and that's a blessing Money long (money) But my dick longer (it is) Cellphone (yeah) Want that pussy phone her (hello?) Sent her home (yeah) Bitch, I'm a loner Money long (money) But my dick longer Say your pack strong (pack strong) But my pack stronger Mister bring it home (bring it home) Double California Don't get your head blown (boom) Drop a digit on ya Say your money long (whew) But my dick longer DJ Chose
Writer(s): Norman Payne, Marcellus Gates Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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