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Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Virgil
Rap
DANTE REDGRAVE
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kobe Gurganus
Songwriter
Carter Varner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Virgil
Mixing Engineer
DANTE REDGRAVE
Mastering Engineer
Letra
Bitch quit asking me what I'm high for
And come meet me up on the top floor
She stopped to tell me I'm in her top four
Why the fuck you stop giving me top for?
An eye for an eye in the depths I have lied
Wont lie for you guys, you pussies need mantra
Driving Miss Daisy while helping Miss Parker
I be too dark as this dark needs to conquer
Large like I robbed them, got away with it, no problem
Spend it on mamas, Fendi or Prada
Rearrange your whole face, I'm Picasso, Pablo
Dirt on me, bitch, you a fossil, toss em
End of the relo, I'm yelling out hello
I pop out like Teller, the shooter like melo
7 in the F N it's effing effective to hostiles
I walk with no problems
Hesitant taking a step, send me to heaven
Ooo bitch what a threat, suffered enough on this planet
To not give a fuck for the ramifications
Instead, just Ramsey and tramps, I'm taking their head
I'm manic, these dancers are my therapist
I'm slid off the hen in the back of the coupe
Giving her all the right answers to her little test
I fucking see my future, I know so many people
Pray for my demise, day I die I rise
Blaze like a fucking ray of sunshine
Slide with the folks down, Remy pulled up
Henny slow down, fuck a cosign
Fuck a close up, running close out
Many close eyes, never no doubt
Chasing cloud nose, sever that soul
Hang em like clothes, only lord knows
Hanging out the window like your bitch toes
Put it on four'nem, you don't even know them
I've been sipping soda, different color potent
This shit not absorbing, my liver distorted
I fuck with this hoe, but I know that she hoeing
Her breath smell like dick in the morning, I roll over slowly
Push her off the sofa, I wake up early the next morning
Like where's my opponent? I turn into Broly
I don't need a sword, I use hands and the pole with me
These bitches ring around me like some posies, they cheeks is so rosy
You treat these hoes like some paper and save em
My bitches treat me like some paper and blow me
Dedicated "Two-way" player, call me "Kobe"
(Kobe!)
Mind my business most of the time
As of late, I've been a bad dog
So I be outside, tryna have a bitch like BIA BIA
Tell me if you SIA
Scenery of my day to day
A fuckin' movie scene by Tarantino
Clarity from these Serengeti's
If there is any, could you let me know
Hoes tryna get chose, but my heart froze
Been up for so long, I'm high off the ozone
She bare with no clothes, you pay for her attention
You thought you knew love, she love when you throw
She paying her attention to young Kob'
Everyone has an opinion on how I should conduct myself
Like a minion, you suck n yourself isn't rich
So why would I listen to bitches that are broker than me?
Advice is repeated, I don't know it seems
The record is broken to me, fuck how you spin it
Every lil' minute you waste being timid at
Bitches gon' tell you some pointless shit
Limit that, I feel so limitless, Fuck intimate
This is intimidation, I admit
I may be way too in over my head
Got a blade in case they push me over the edge
Don't let me get into the paint, or I turn to your daddy
Boy, get off the game, they lovin' whatever I say
I could probably say whatever, I'd rather do better
Hard body, metal heavy like Pain
Written by: Carter Varner, Kobe Gurganus


