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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aminé
Aminé
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Irvin Mejia
Irvin Mejia
Songwriter
Diego
Diego
Songwriter
Adam Aminé Daniel
Adam Aminé Daniel
Songwriter
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Songwriter
Tahj Malik Chandler
Tahj Malik Chandler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pasqué
Pasqué
Producer
Brodie Means
Brodie Means
Assistant Recording Engineer
Morning Estrada
Morning Estrada
Mixing Engineer

Letra

Can I sing for you? That bitch is lookin' worked up I got 'em mad and now their feelings gettin' turned up You say you poppin', but you probably soundin' chirped up, though Them crickets louder than your baby mama's first cub Nigga, get your work up My dawgs with me like we in Petco I'm a OG, you a retro The niggas hatin' on me ride the metro I earned so much, I'm Ernesto Been doin' this shit from the get-go And my eyes real, real low from the petrol (true) The snakes gon' hate, let the Drac' go But you can't hate when my chain cost your payroll (damn) Pen game good and my dick good (wow) I really wish a bitch would Got her ass out, she a standout And she got a kid, I'm a dad now TSA trip with the pat-down Feel like Herbo, when a nigga got them racks out What I gotta do to go dumb? Your girlfriend know where I'm from I'm a west coast nigga, but you already know I got hunnids in my pockets and your bitch at the door I'm like DiCaprio on Wall Street I'ma hustle real hard 'til they off me I'm a wolf in the pack like I'm Lil B Nigga, you can't faze me, you crazy? I really gotta talk this talk, I really gotta walk this walk (say what?) I really gotta talk my shit (true), I really make some calls (true, true) I really gotta talk this talk, I really gotta walk this walk (goddamn) I really gotta let 'em know I ain't here for fuckin' jokes (no way) I witnessed death I'm still livin', the perfect juxtaposition (yeah) Throw on my joggers and Jordans My shorty hold me up like Jordan and Pippen The flu game, I flew over continents just losin' scholarships They was just tryna get rid of us niggas I just say "Screw 'em" like Philips with us Full length, go penile I peed in a cup for my niggas who knew they were reekin' the drugs And the system for you down and not to come up Nigga gon' shoot down your dream for the club Still I ain't get in, still aimin' to win I had to move out, I still can't with the fam (yeah) Her shit be movin', I still can't really dance I had to lose all that shit I was taught I had to duke it out, I had to fault I had to fight, wasn't really one to talk I really gotta talk this talk, I really gotta walk this walk (say what?) I really gotta talk my shit (true), I really make some calls (true, true) I really gotta talk this talk, I really gotta walk this walk (goddamn) I really gotta let 'em know I ain't here for fuckin' jokes (no way)
Writer(s): Kenneth Edmonds, Daryl Simmons, Luke Fitton, Tonino Speciale, Daecolm Diego Holland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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