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GOLDLINK - ROUGH SOUL (feat. April George) | A COLORS SHOW X Highsnobiety
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
GoldLink
GoldLink
Исполнитель
April George
April George
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
D'Anthony Carlos
D'Anthony Carlos
Композитор
Jameel Bruner
Jameel Bruner
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Kintaró
Kintaró
Продюсер
Jovan Gant
Jovan Gant
Инженер звукозаписи
Louie Lastic
Louie Lastic
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Had to go to LA for the winter Had to vibe out, just caught a charge, had to hide out Real nigga talk slick to ya Told ya bring your girlfriend, tell her bring her friends too Tell me Hollywood kinda weird You don't really like it, but you gotta play the biz Yeah, met ya last June By next June we were all in love and wanna fuck now Fell in love at the wrong time Spent a night at my high rise Or hit me late on my hotline Telling me you miss my homies and your mama cry Late night you're my boo thing, yeah Your Mercedes with the blue thing, yeah All praise to the most high leader Dipped off in the Hills wouldn't wanna be ya Girl, you're gone now And oh baby Don't call me, don't call me no more Girl, you're gone now And oh baby Don't call me, don't call me no more Went back to the homeland Had to tell the niggas what I did in your hometown Everybody know we probably woulda made it last But there you go, started tripping never hit me back Real nigga went back to the pimping Started getting groovy with the women I was hitting Got a gold chain and a nose ring And a new watch, no tick, but I always do time, yeah Black boy with a black fade, yeah Got mad when you did things You was fucking and you did dirt too We was talking, but you never hear my phone boo Moved up and I feel good, shit Roll palm trees and I made a hit for ya Billboards around the city with your face on it But they never ever really know 'bout what you been through Stay dancing, where the hoes at, huh? Why your homies gotta go down, huh? I ain't trip when I see you, I would dance at a show back in Feb But you trip but we don't talk much Girl, you got me fucked up Real nigga gotta get it when he fucked up Fake niggas like a new man Just a little side joint Always been a side joint Alright joint Girl, you're gone now And oh baby Don't call me, don't call me no more Girl, you're gone now And oh baby Don't call me, don't call me no more Girl, you're gone now And oh baby Don't call me, don't call me no more Girl, you're gone now And oh baby Don't call me, don't call me no more
Writer(s): D'anthony William Carlos, Jameel Bruner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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