Próximos concertos de Lil Tecca
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Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tecca
Vocals
Taz Taylor
Programming
Rio Leyva
Programming
4OUR
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rio Leyva
Songwriter
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
John Henry Darden IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Tecca
Recording Engineer
Taz Taylor
Producer
Rio Leyva
Producer
4OUR
Producer
Tom Norris
Mixing Engineer
Letra
Oh, my
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Uh, uh, uh
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh, oh, oh
Took my time to get this shine, but I still skipped the line (on God)
I realized the ho still on my mind, I guess the bitch divine (hello)
And, yeah, I could do this shit myself, that's dead or alive (alive)
And, yeah, you could care 'bout just yourself, if you pickin' sides (pickin' sides)
Niggas thinkin' that they gang, they not even squad (squad, squad)
Yeah, I told 'em, "If you gettin' played, then you played a part"
Really I know I can't change my ways, you know who we are (who we are)
Talkin' crazy, now he in the sky, told him, "Pick a star" (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I made this shit look еasy, juice
But it ain't easy, beliеve me, truth
You know I'm droppin' 'em off, Bruce
Give you a clue what I'm countin', blues
Smokin' that leaf if it get loose
My niggas drillin', we might as well truce (uh, uh, uh, uh)
I hit the blunt just for a lil' boost
Yeah, my new bitch, she Canadian Goose (oh, oh)
I know you lose 'em, how you get 'em? I won't take your bitch (bitch)
Yeah, I told 'em I make money, money don't make this shit (yeah)
Change my life off being me, so why would I fake this shit? (Yeah)
They try to take my flow, don't fuck with no plagiarists (at all)
We could solve it, if that shit a problem (nah, for real)
Nigga, I was gettin' guala, I said fuck a prom, uh (for real)
I was rockin' BAPEs, when I seen y'all niggas rockin' Toms (for real)
When you feel like this, no, you wouldn't even change your flaws
Took my time to get this shine, but I still skipped the line (on God)
I realized the ho still on my mind, I guess the bitch divine (hello)
And, yeah, I could do this shit myself, that's dead or alive (alive)
And, yeah, you could care 'bout just yourself, if you pickin' sides (pickin' sides)
Niggas thinkin' that they gang, they not even squad (squad, squad)
Yeah, I told 'em, "If you gettin' played, then you played a part"
Really I know I can't change my ways, you know who we are (who we are)
Talkin' crazy, now he in the sky, told him, "Pick a star" (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)
Writer(s): Tyler Justin Sharpe, Rio Francesco Leyva, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, John Henry Iv Darden
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