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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
F1lthy
F1lthy
Programming
AM
AM
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Ortiz
Richard Ortiz
Songwriter
Arman Andican
Arman Andican
Songwriter
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
F1lthy
F1lthy
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
AM
AM
Producer
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Engineer

Letra

(Wake up, F1lthy) Yeah (yeah, woo) I feel the crank comin' on, lil' bitch, it's burnin' (ooh, woo) My wifey say she love me, I bought her a Birkin (woo, woo) It's simple to get like this, you just don't deserve it (uh-uh) I fucked the whole game up, bitch, I'm inside the cervix They asked why I crashed the Benz, I don't give no purpose (skrrt, ooh-ooh) I been takin' the Perc' for anxiety, but I don't get nervous (woo, ha, ha), yeah They be high talkin' crazy, look, they don't really got courage (ooh) At the top of the basement broke as hell, I was eating on porridge (woo, yeah) I done poured a deuce of that Wock' and a line of flourish (ooh, woo) You could tell they don't really got money, could tell they malnourished (woo, yeah) I don't even flex a lot, when I do, couple peoples embarrassed (yeah, woo) Tapped in with the fashion, pulled up on Virgil outside in Paris (ooh) I'm knowing this album 'bout to go platinum, put it on my parents (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh) I don't got time to be shit talkin', you could speak to the carats (no way) They watching everything I do, repeat it like parrots (brr) And to be honest, they can't even do it like me, so I could care less (oh) Half a Perc' mixed with a bean, bitch, I could feel this I told the dealership I'm a star, put it in the ceilings I just went up (ah, ah), up I just went up, up (ah), and it's stuck (ah) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (woo-ooh) Yeah, I been high as the birds, birds, birds, birds, birds (woo-ooh) I got a twin on the way and he lurk, lurk, lurk, lurk, lurk (woo-ooh) I just pulled up on the side and I- Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (woo-ooh, skrrt) I really went to the crank and it hurt, it burnt, I learnt (woo-ooh) I did it again, bitch, it's my turn (uh-huh) We see you sitting 'round the place, we lurkin' Yeah, we hit you up, and left your ass nourished I just be takin' that X with the Perc' And they know that for sure that I'm leaving the earth I just keep doin' what I'm doin' No, I don't listen to shit, lil' bitch, I don't learn (Wake up, F1lthy) Yeah (yeah, woo) I feel the crank comin' on, lil' bitch, it's burnin' (woo, ooh) My wifey say she love me, I bought her a Birkin (woo, woo) It's simple to get like this, you just don't deserve it (uh-uh) I fucked the whole game up, bitch, I'm inside the cervix They asked why I crashed the Benz, I don't give no purpose (skrrt, ooh-ooh) I been takin' the Perc' for anxiety, but I don't get nervous (woo, ha, ha), yeah They be high talkin' crazy, look, they don't really got courage (ooh) At the top of the basement broke as hell, I was eating on porridge (woo, yeah) I done poured a deuce of that Wock' and a line of flourish (woo, ooh) You could tell they don't really got money, could tell they malnourished (woo, yeah) I don't even flex a lot, when I do, couple peoples embarrassed (woo, yeah) Tapped in with the fashion, pulled up on Virgil outside in Paris (woo, ooh) I'm knowing this album 'bout to go platinum, put it on my parents (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh) I don't got time to be shit talkin', you could speak to the carats (no way) They watching everything I do, repeat it like parrots (brr) And to be honest, they can't even do it like me, so I could care less (ooh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Writer(s): Richard Ortiz, Arman Andican, Noah Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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