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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sexyy Red
Sexyy Red
Vocals
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marquise Romell Todd
Marquise Romell Todd
Songwriter
Ernest Day Jr.
Ernest Day Jr.
Songwriter
Janae Wherry
Janae Wherry
Songwriter
Michael Williams
Michael Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sexyy Red
Sexyy Red
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Mira Demirkan
Mira Demirkan
Creative Director
Rebel Music
Rebel Music
Executive Producer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Mark Rudd
Mark Rudd
Recording Engineer
Todd Gleeful
Todd Gleeful
Co-Producer
Shawn Ferrari
Shawn Ferrari
Co-Producer
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer

Letra

Hoes hating on me when they wake up in the morning Sexyy ride foreign, I'm turnt up bitch you boring Your nigga on my bumper you should thank me, I ignored him Text these hoes back, I only do it out of boredom I like getting money, I like fast cars Bitch go wash your coochie with them doo-doo ass draws I'm from the North Side, them crip hoes be suckin' balls Bitch be on that friendly shit, I ain't with that shit at all Hoes hatin' on me, you know that I'm the shit My brother already told me that that pussy smell like fish You thought you had some tea on me, whole time you drinkin' piss Sexyy Red the chosen one, I'm turnt up, bitch I'm it I'm smokin' all these hoes, good opp pack Heard that diss song and that shit was hella whack Ho say I'm her cousin, I don't know you like that We ain't cool bitch, if I see you gettin' smacked I came up from nothing, now I got them meat rolls Niggas think I'm sexy, you should see me out these clothes AMG ridin', I be slidin' on all my hoes Got some long red weave and my nails match my toes Ghetto princess, I'm too turnt up in this shit You ain't even ready, I'm a different kind of bitch Ghetto princess, I'm too turnt up in this shit You ain't even ready, I'm a different kind of bitch, Sexyy Keep a bank roll and a sexy outfit Stomach on flat and I got some perky tits Young and I'm turnt, whatever I want, I'mma get Real trench bitch, I'm from the North, don't you forget, Sexyy Bitch this polo foreign, this is not Ralph Lauren 'Bout them blueberries, we will split a nigga orange Call you back I'm tourin', you gon' make me horny Ass redder than that flight I booked you for the morning Ferraris and Porsches, they think I ride horses All this lemon-lime I pour, they think Chief Sosa got an endorsement Tryna ball like Chief So, you don't need no Porsches All you gotta do is have that sauce and that's important I got alfredo, turn you to some ragù Wrist got the bitch stuck, lookin' like a statue Yeah, my Lamborghini fast, my Hellcat's fast too All these 'Cats, you would think I bought 'em 'cause I had to Did I have to? Man, I never do From the trenches, get rich, shit'll better you At the venue, countin' revenue Big forty-five, I don't care if you 7'2" Big forty-five, I don't care if it's seven of you Niggas tryna be me, doin' shit that I'll never do All this shit on my body, I'm a walkin' number two You ain't fu', but you got fu' niggas under you Ayy, I be smokin' good opp pack Point the Glory Boyz to where the hood spots at Glory Boyz get to blowin', Superman couldn't stop that Gucci plaid make a bitch ask for my jack Rolls-Royces make a bitch ask to give you neck Nasty bitch love when I spit up in a gat Brrt-brrt, yeah, hello, man, who this? I don't know, I got you saved as, "Fat booty bitch" Ghetto princess, I'm too turnt up in this shit You ain't even ready, I'm a different kind of bitch Ghetto princess, I'm too turnt up in this shit You ain't even ready, I'm a different kind of bitch, Sexyy Keep a bankroll in a sexy outfit Stomach on flat and I got some perky tits Young and I'm turnt, whatever I want, I'mma get Real trench bitch, I'm from the North, don't you forget, Sexyy Bang, bang, bang, bang
Writer(s): Michael Len Williams, Ernest Day, Janae N. Wherry, Marquise Romell Todd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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