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Tanna Leone – Here We Go Again (Audio)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tanna Leone
Tanna Leone
Performer
Spyderturnmeup
Spyderturnmeup
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Avante Santana
Avante Santana
Composer
Isaac Scott
Isaac Scott
Composer
donte moore
donte moore
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Spyderturnmeup
Spyderturnmeup
Producer
Donnie Katana
Donnie Katana
Producer
Jelani Hutchison
Jelani Hutchison
Recording Engineer
Johnny Kosich
Johnny Kosich
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Beach Noise
Beach Noise
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rachel Blum
Rachel Blum
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Letra

Grew up in the dark, so it ain't that hard to see (on God) Thinkin' that you in the league with me (no, you not) Always three steps ahead, I swear my mind (don't stop) Mr. Something From Nothing, I get it done (no prob') They like, "How this nigga eat and he don't got no job?" Unconventional methods, I get the bread (off top) Most of niggas is felons, at least they real (at least they real) Always- at least they real (at least they real) Always- at least they real (at least they real) Always- at least they real (at least they real) Always- at least they real (at least they real) For real DOGEATWORLD division, pgLang my regiment Lord, knows I be sinnin' but he say I'm heaven-sent I know when it's love, energy the evidence Designer fit me perfect, your hoe call my elegant 44 the shoes, if you tryna check my measurements Can't even reach my waist, like I'm sittin' on an elephant Stay dangerous just in case 'cause I know niggas fakin' it You might have a plan, but tell me if it's faith in it Still in high demand, eating off expensive plates and shit Money in my hand, bet I'm makin' somethin' shake with it Just pass me the ball, I bet I'll make a play with it Here we go again, a hater hatin' 'cause I'm making it Mmm, mmm, mmm Test, test, test Here we go again, I'm like a wizard, call it alchemy Create the life I want, I'm pourin' champagne off my balcony Made my momma cry and now she call and say she proud of me You might take my swag but you could never steal my style from me Ball or block it, I got all the options Hotter than some fish grease, that mean I'm really poppin' Hit the gas and hold it down, like I'm wheelie poppin' Floatin' in and out of town like I'm- Santana's in town (for real) DOGEATWORLD division, pgLang my regiment Lord, knows I be sinnin' but he say I'm heaven-sent I know when it's love, energy the evidence Designer fit me perfect, your hoe call my elegant 44 the shoes, if you tryna check my measurements Can't even reach my waist, like I'm sittin' on an elephant Stay dangerous just in case 'cause I know niggas fakin' it You might have a plan, but tell me if it's faith in it Mmm, mmm, mmm Test, test, test
Writer(s): Donte Moore, Isaac Scott, Avante Santana Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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