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Why Hip-Hop Doesn't Respect Lil Yachty
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INTERPRETAÇÃO
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocais
Diana Gordon
Diana Gordon
Vocais
Ben Goldwasser
Ben Goldwasser
Teclados
Gillian Rivers
Gillian Rivers
Cordas
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Benjamin Goldwasser
Benjamin Goldwasser
Composição
Jeremiah Raisen
Jeremiah Raisen
Composição
Macbriare Samuel Lanyon Demarco
Macbriare Samuel Lanyon Demarco
Composição
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Composição
Diana Gordon
Diana Gordon
Composição
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Composição
Giorgia Romano
Giorgia Romano
Composição
Teo Halm
Teo Halm
Composição
Gillian Rivers
Gillian Rivers
Arranjos (cordas)
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Produção
Patrick Wimberly
Patrick Wimberly
Produção
SADPONY
SADPONY
Produção
Adam Hong
Adam Hong
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Engenharia (mixagem)
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Engenharia (masterização)
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Engenharia (masterização)
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Engenharia (mixagem espacial)
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Engenharia (gravação)
Teo Halm
Teo Halm
Produção

Letra

Imagine life Imagine life without me, it's a waste of time You want the kind of love that can make a child Don't want just anybody (Not just anybody, not just anybody) Good love fill my body up like a glass when you pour it all out If you know me, you know I mind Someone like me is hard to find No mistaking, if I am there Well aware you are always mine And still you seem so surprised Always gon' be mine I wanna be where you are I just can't walk away, you drive me crazy, ah I lose it, lose it And I wanna be where you are I just can't walk away, you drive me crazy, ah I lose it, lose it Imagine me Circling through life without a piece of you Seven out of seven days I'm needin' you You bring life to the party (Ooh, ah-ha, ooh, ah-ha-ha) Good love feels like butterflies suffocating your insides, oh It's a late night, you know I try I cannot picture when you lie I'm mistaken thinkin' you were taken Knowin' now, you were always mine And still I feel so surprised You're always gon' be mine Rarely ever missing, talk is cheap and time is tickin' Really ever trickin', catch me slippin', that pussy was leakin' I'm on mission, payin' millions, I'm Ted DiBiase, uh, God Out late night, I'm sinnin', still a Christian, don't tell my deacon I mean pastor, or I'll go down there, talkin' faster Ride with six-seven bitches with no tint, you can see I'm pimpin' Big four-five on my hip, like I'm limpin', never simpin' One my cousins crippin', always grippin', shit get dangerous Always keep it player, we can swap out hoes, I'm never trippin' I love my mother, my sister, my daughter All these hoes get slaughtered, can't deny, pray to the holy father
Writer(s): Diana Gordon, Benjamin Goldwasser, Jonathan Wimberly, Macbriare Demarco, Miles Mccollum, Jeremiah Raisen, Teo Halm Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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