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Isaiah Rashad
Isaiah Rashad
Вокал
Doechii
Doechii
Вокал
Kal Banx
Kal Banx
Программирование
Rory Behr
Rory Behr
Программирование
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jaylah Hickmon
Jaylah Hickmon
Автор песен
Rory Behr
Rory Behr
Автор песен
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Автор песен
Isaiah Rashad
Isaiah Rashad
Автор песен
Kalon Berry
Kalon Berry
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Kal Banx
Kal Banx
Сопродюсер
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Ассистент мастеринг-инженера
Anthony Tiffith
Anthony Tiffith
Исполнительный продюсер
Rory Behr
Rory Behr
Миксинг-инженер
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Мастеринг-инженер
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Продюсер
Aaron Bow
Aaron Bow
Звуковой дизайн
Teddy Walton
Teddy Walton
Звуковой дизайн
James Hunt
James Hunt
Миксинг-инженер

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Who the pilot? And my bitch, she hit me up while I'm driving And I swear it's a show, not a riot Uh I was tripping, you was tripping, who the pilot? And my bitch, hit me up while I'm driving And I swear it's a show, not a riot And I had a nightmare last night that I wasn't counting up We had too many hoes in this bitch, I had to round 'em up And I had too many hoes in my face, I had to cut 'em off I been focused on my one-on-one And I hope your pussy good as my bank account (what you said?) Ayy, bitch, can I break you off? Trunk waving at the mall Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved Geeked on my brudda pack, beat, and I'm overcharged (yeah) Hurt when I'm serving in it, spread like the word of God Fuck what a nigga do, reach for some inner peace Geeked on my side of town, dope when I'm sliding down Ghost when I'm sliding down, Ghost when I'm sliding down Porsche when I'm sliding down (what you said?) All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass And you got the D'USSÉ falling out your glass Oh man, I don't want ya in the club 'Cause your pussy popping start fights in the club Come through in your new rental car Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star And you come with 'bout four-five hoes Down to fight anything straight out the door Full, but I make him eat up, yeah, yeah, yeah (on go) Drunk, but I make him drink up, yeah, yeah, yeah (he gone) Real, I don't wanna sneak up, yeah, yeah (he gone) He pop pills, but I make him geek up, yeah, yeah, yeah (grrah) Drunk on a Saturday, hoes are mad, hoes are mad (hoes are mad) Dirt, it go that-a-way, hope it's bad, hope it's fast (hope it's bad) Feel real when you grind (yeah), real when you shine (yeah) Drunk, drunk, drunk on a Saturday (on the way) Looking back when you spazz with your curls and your ass out Bad like the girl from the album with ANTI Keep a bag, pop a tag, go and let it air out Drop it fast, let it spazz, go and let your hair down Shush when I say I get it done, when they sneak, I see up Flip a pack and make it burn, when it done, I link up Get ahead like you a geek, show no face if you discreet Come and put the drink on me if you wanna link up (what you said?) All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass And you got the D'USSÉ falling out your glass Oh man, I don't want ya in the club 'Cause your pussy popping start fights in the club Come through in your new rental car Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star And you come with 'bout four-five hoes Down to fight anything straight out the door
Writer(s): Amaire Johnson, Isaiah Mcclain, Kalon Berry, Jaylah Hickmon, Rory Behr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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