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ka$hdami - Fitness feat. yvngxchris (Official Audio)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
KA$HDAMI
KA$HDAMI
Vocals
yvngxchris
yvngxchris
Vocals
ilycrisis
ilycrisis
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Wallace
David Wallace
Composer
Christopher Aaron Carter Jr
Christopher Aaron Carter Jr
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ilycrisis
ilycrisis
Producer

Letra

(We love you Crisis) me and yvngxchris, we been running them stacks up Bad lil' bitch was so mad, tell her back up The opps down bad right now, tell 'em catch up I slide with the Drac' like OVO in black trucks City girl, if you act up, you get snatched up I spray like a middle schooler with that Axe, bruh I came from the basement, like my nigga Max, bruh She don't give head, I can tell she don't suck right My diamonds shining, what the fuck is a sunlight? Why that boy talking brazy, but ran in that gun fight? These niggas be sweet like some motherfucking Fudge Stripes These niggas be biting the wave like a termite That nigga sold his soul, he stuck in that term right? I shot up the whip, told the driver to turn right He got a bag, but he dropped it the third night I shot up the whip, told the driver make a U-turn Bitch, I'm off the lean, I'm zooted up, I'm too turnt I'm stumbling, fucked up my ankle like scooters Johnny Dang, Ben Baller talk to my jewelers Just talk to them, nigga, don't talk to me I do not know what that shit is Bitch, I done got off my ass and done got me some racks But my nigga, that's none of your business Shawty gon' whip out my dick and that ho started sucking it She said, "Goddamn, it's ten inches" Bitch, I'm plugged up with the cartel My niggas moving the weight, I'm not talking 'bout fitness Glock make him run, no fitness How you a plug, but don't know what a zip is? Niggas be mad 'cause they bitch text me kisses Leave 'em wrapped up like a present on Christmas Your bitch on dick and she said it's delicious Yeah, she said it's delicious I been had money since twelve, was still blitzing Y-H-U typing ass nigga, you is suspicious Street verified at fourteen, nigga, I feel like Prentis I blew up twice with no label, 'Dami independent I don't need nobody just cribs to go kick in I made a hundred K in two weeks, you got a pension Boy, fuck all my teachers, put me in detention (Fah, fah)
Writer(s): Pamela Joan Sawyer, Marilyn Mc Leod, Banza Eric M'poyo, Miltoni Luzizla Serge, Herve Kambilo Wala Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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