Vídeo de música

Future & Juice WRLD - WRLD On Drugs (Full Album // Mediafire)
Veja o vídeo de música de {trackName} de {artistName}

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Vocals
Yung Bans
Yung Bans
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
Vas Coleman
Vas Coleman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Talkin' it and doin' it a different story (talkin') Just to- Yeah, yeah (Wheezy outta here) ahh-aha We live this shit for real (for real, for real) I blow money on my bitch They killed a kid, that bitch my city They bad as saditty I'd fuck it, I admit it, can't wait to hit it Money, I'm gon' get it, I'm so terrific That's the way I'm livin' That's the way I'm buildin' Always be gettin' it, panic decision Flooded my wrist, you ain't gon' get missed Hit it with extended, that pussy gettin' it When I pop that Perc', I can fuck that bitch, make her go ("ahh") Yeah, yeah, in the sheets Call the hotel lobby, tell 'em we need clean sheets Knock that pussy out, I kill it, tell it, "Rest in peace" And if it smell like water, fuck it, I'll kiss it to sleep I'm the realest, feel like 2Pac, call me Makaveli It really ain't shit a broke nigga can tell me I'm walkin' around with the chopper, it heavy Popped that lil' boy, sound like confetti Shot that lil' boy, now you in Heaven I only like girls, told my mama don't worry She hate on my car 'cause she said it look girly Ain't fuckin' these bitches, I know y'all ain't worthy Don't play the position, you gon' lose your jersey She's a good girl, now she turned bad Want a rich nigga? Gotta earn him Yeah, want a rich nigga? Gotta earn And I'm straighter than a damn perm Bought a million, now done wait your turn Yeah Yeah, talkin' it and doin' it a different story I be doin' it, not talkin' it, that's mandatory Countin' up blue faces watchin' a lil' Rick and Morty Yeah, just chillin, I'm still the richest nigga in the buildin' New car got stars in the ceilin' AMIRI my jeans, rip in the denim New gun, his head rip when it hit 'em Fuck her, then leave, I'm not sentimental Pussy good, I'ma go in raw when I hit it Told me she would give it all for a nigga Gon' head, suck it through the draws for a nigga And take my body case if I get it Wockhardt with the Actavis, I'm sippin' I still got Molly in my system I still got Xannys on my mental It's been a couple years since I quit 'em I don't wanna relapse, but I may relapse, that feelin' I miss it I mean, Percs are cool, but I think I'm gettin sick of 'em When I pop that Perc', I can fuck that bitch, make her go ("ahh") Yeah, yeah, in the sheets Call the hotel lobby, tell 'em we need clean sheets Knock that pussy out, I kill it, tell it, "Rest in peace" And if it smell like water, fuck it, I'll kiss it to sleep
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, Vas Coleman, Jarad Anthony Higgins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out