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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DOM KENNEDY
DOM KENNEDY
Vocals
Nabeyin
Nabeyin
Programming
Oh Gosh Leotus
Oh Gosh Leotus
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominic Hunn
Dominic Hunn
Songwriter
Leoren Davis
Leoren Davis
Composer
edgar panford
edgar panford
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nabeyin
Nabeyin
Producer
Oh Gosh Leotus
Oh Gosh Leotus
Producer

Letra

Ayy Yeah (Oh Gosh, oh Gosh) (Nabeyin) I say, I been around the world and back again Can't tell me 'bout places you ain't never been Can't tell me 'bout cars you ain't never copped I guess it's time we take it up another notch I don't wanna stop, I wanna be wit' you for real We can share a meal, we can see Brazil Riding down the coast with the loud pack They just talk about it, I'm about that I dare a rap nigga to come and diss me For free, I'll turn him into Swiss cheese (Uh) New Porsche look like a bumblebee (Yeah) She say, "Ooh, Dom I love your company" (Let's get it) Let's fire up the Monte Carlo, take it out (Take it out) For your respect, I'm down to go the extra mile (Uh) If the number off, I do a recount (I do a recount) It pays to be real, P-Stewy can vouch Uh, I started off impatient And then I started pacing, the money started raining I can't do no complaining, I got all these hundreds My best man got South Central on his stomach Come with us and take a ride to the other side Real vibes, fuck with us on the other side Come with us, take a ride to that other side You know that I got it baby, ayy Come with us and take a ride to the other side Real vibes, fuck with us on the other side Come with us and take a ride to that other side Ayy, you know that I got it baby, yeah Lil' mama lips so soft, lil' mama hips so soft I do all the things he won't do that get you off If it's a ribbon in the sky, let it float across And I'ma still think about you if we drift apart Everything is genuine, you know I was raised well Connected like the cartel, I wanna fund a hotel Off rap sales, no White Zinfandels Bags full of weed, no need for digital scales Lobster tails and a tray full of calamari I got it on me by my lonely, better safe than sorry When she hopped in the ride, I wasn't surprised Come fly with OPM and quit that nine to five Woo (Haha, for real) Quit that nine to five Come with us and take a ride to the other side Real vibes, fuck with us on the other side Come with us, take a ride to that other side You know that I got it baby You know that I got it baby
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