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Polo G - Sorrys and Ferraris (Lyrics)
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INTERPRETAÇÃO
Polo G
Polo G
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Letra
Nikolas Papamitrou
Nikolas Papamitrou
Composição
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Composição
Alexander Papamitrou
Alexander Papamitrou
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Nick Papz
Nick Papz
Produção
Xander
Xander
Produção
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Produção
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
Engenharia (gravação)
MixedbyAli
MixedbyAli
Engenharia (mixagem)
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

Nah, oh, nah, nah Nah, nah, oh, oh Nah, oh, oh, oh Uh, uh 'Member used to chase a bag on that curb I be stuntin' on they ass, this for Durb All that dirt I shook off right before I took off "Don't forget me" was the last thing I heard, uh And then came the sorrys, and then the Ferraris Everybody say they sorry now, swear my life is like a party now, uh, uh Gangsta, I'm the synonym, pistol spit like Eminem I be with some steppers, yeah, if I don't step, I'm sendin' them Locked in with shooters, don't fuck with bricks, I hate to miss the rim They love you when you shinin', where was you when all this shit was dim? Swervin', park the Cullinan, miss me with that brother shit Every day, I'm addin' to the list who I'm not fuckin' with Free Trench, if they give him a bond, that's who I'm goin' to get Pop a pill to fill a void for all my loneliness (uh) 'Member used to chase a bag on that curb I be stuntin' on they ass, this for Durb All that dirt I shook off right before I took off "Don't forget me" was the last thing I heard, uh And then came the sorrys, and then the Ferraris Everybody say they sorry now, swear my life is like a party now, uh Addin' murders on that block, lil' nigga, ain't no sonnin' us Bitch, I feel like MJ for my team the way I'm comin' clutch Every season, run it up, still feel like I ain't done enough Know how we bleedin', buttons tucked, he better not think 'bout runnin' off Runnin' from 'em flashlights, trauma from my past life On my toughest days, I smile, my swagger and my cash right Tighten up my circle, that's when I'll remove my last knife Can't forgive you when you tried twice, uh 'Member used to chase a bag on that curb I be stuntin' on they ass, this for Durb All that dirt I shook off right before I took off "Don't forget me" was the last thing I heard, uh And then came the sorrys, and then the Ferraris Everybody say they sorry now, swear my life is like a party now
Writer(s): Nikolas J Papamitrou, Alexander W Papamitrou, Oliver Lurtz, Taurus Bartlett, Allen Ritter, Johan Rosa, Arseniy Smirnov Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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