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A$$
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Em digressão
Hip-Hop/Rap
A$ foi lançado em 11 de maio de 2017 por 300 Entertainment como parte do álbum Drip Season 2
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Data de lançamento11 de maio de 2017
Editora300 Entertainment
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM65

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cap Jesus
Cap Jesus
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cap Jesus
Cap Jesus
Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer

Letra

[Verse 1]
Baby got a$$ in them jeans
Baby got a$$ in them jeans
Let me see you bounce like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbin' your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Moschin'
[Verse 2]
Yeah, pull up in the drop-top lookin' all clean
And I got a off-white lookin' like cream
She said she wanna fuck and suck me with no strings
Leanin' on the X, tryna balance it with weed
Think about flyin' to Belize
Take a **** bitch, and I let her fly with me
But I would never, ever, ever let her get between
[Verse 3]
Mob ties, new lights on the Benz lookin' cockeyed
On the south side, in the coupe, sippin' lean, eatin' Popeye's
Got the Glock off,  young **** of mine had to pop off
Shit'll get hostile, make a **** her star
Any given time, man, Rolls, Rolex, not a Timex
Shit flippin' like a omelette, word on the street, ****, I'm next
Whippin' like a Pyrex, I can take a lot of jet
Fuck a ho, we gon' have a lot of sex, we gon' count a lot of checks
[Verse 4]
Baby got a$$ in them jeans
Baby got a$$ in them jeans
Let me see you bounce like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbin' your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Moschin'
[Verse 5]
Baby got a$$ in them jeans
Baby got a$$ in them jeans
Let me see you bounce like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbin' your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Moschin'
[Verse 6]
Yo, now the big booty bitch singin' my song
I'm still rockin' off-white, mister Vlone
Freaky lil' bitch tryna follow me home
Told the lil' bro I was smellin' his cologne
I was just smokin' me a zone
Got on all gold, but I'm totin' me some chrome
Count a hunnid racks, just showin' that we on
[Verse 7]
Yeah, huncho, new 2020 Benz, need it pronto
With a thick ho, we in NYC smokin' fonto
Got a deep throat, make a **** run in the Chanel store
And let her bring her friend home, I'm goin' for the gusto
I gotta keep a latex, fuckin' on a thot, havin' safe sex
A **** never play that, run up with a thot countin' paychecks
Racks, I'ma make that, I made it out the projects
Poppin', that **** never had shit, now a **** fly jets
[Verse 8]
Baby got a$$ in them jeans
Baby got a$$ in them jeans
Let me see you bounce like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbin' your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Moschin'
[Verse 9]
Baby got a$$ in them jeans
Baby got a$$ in them jeans
Let me see you bounce like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbin' your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Moschin'
Written by: Capp Jesus
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