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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bree Runway
Bree Runway
Vocals
Moon Willis
Moon Willis
Programming
LIOHN
LIOHN
Keyboards
Klahr
Klahr
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bree Runway
Bree Runway
Composer
Moon Willis
Moon Willis
Composer
LIOHN
LIOHN
Composer
Klahr
Klahr
Composer
Levi Gordon
Levi Gordon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Moon Willis
Moon Willis
Producer
LIOHN
LIOHN
Producer
Klahr
Klahr
Producer
Raf Riley
Raf Riley
Co-Producer
Lewis Hopkin
Lewis Hopkin
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Apeshit This is for my niggas who ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit This is for my niggas who ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Go wild, go stupid, go apeshit Got my shades on like a bitch famous Big booty in the dress, got it tailored I'ma slide in it for the one occasion, uh This is for the niggas who ain't shit And all the pussy ass bitches that you came with That you came with? That you came with You basic, you ain't got the fragrance This is for my niggas who ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit This is for my niggas who ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Pick your face up, girl, you need a facelift Say she hate me but she put me in her playlist She stalkin' me and all the niggas that I dated No Teyana, but she 'bout to catch a fade, bitch Uh, tell me what you want Bitch, I'm getting started, you already done Hottest on the market, yeah, I'm number one 'Bout to bodybag these bitches, put them in the trunk, uh This is for my niggas who ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit This is for my niggas who ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit This is for my niggas who, uh, yeah This is for my niggas who, yeah, what? Ain't shit Boy you ain't shit Yeah you ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Tell me what you want, want, want, yeah Tell me what you want, want, want, want, want I'ma get it one by one, yeah I'ma get it one by one, by one Tell me what you want, want, want, yeah Tell me what you want, want, want, want, want I'ma get it one by one, by one, yeah Tell me what you want, want, want, want, want Uh, tell me what you want Hundred million copianas, I'm the only one And I only started, I already won Snatching everybody wig, now they look like thumbs Uh, ooh, look what she done started These bitches old school like Ed Hardy I ain't sorry, bitch, beg your pardon 'Bout to serve it up, I know you starvin' I paste, you copy and repeat it You can Michael Jackson, beat it If you think that I'm conceited Pop your shit, we gon' get heated How could you think you could ever get next to me? Check the stats, we ain't got the same destiny Tell her, "Boom bye, bye, gyal, rest in peace" Tryna steal my sauce, ain't got the same recipe, mmm This is for my niggas who ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit This is for my niggas who ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't-ain't-ain't shit This is for my niggas who, uh, yeah This is for my niggas who, yeah, what? Ain't shit Boy you ain't shit Yeah you ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit Ain't shit
Writer(s): Levi Richai Gordon, Brenda Mensah, Johannes Klahr, Richard Zastenker, Henry Durham, James Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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