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G-Eazy
G-Eazy
Исполнитель
EST Gee
EST Gee
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Gerald Gillum
Gerald Gillum
Композитор
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Композитор
George Stone III
George Stone III
Композитор
Elias Sticken
Elias Sticken
Композитор
Quentin Miller
Quentin Miller
Композитор
Trevor Rich
Trevor Rich
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Boi-1da
Boi-1da
Продюсер
Elyas
Elyas
Продюсер
Brian Chew
Brian Chew
Инженер звукозаписи
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Миксинг-инженер
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Ассистент инженера
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Ассистент инженера
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Ассистент инженера
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
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Слова

You know Uh If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill Do what I want to do at will King, I'm a G.O.A.T., the truth, for real, ayy Banana boat, brings in the mail I cannot use a regular scale Bring me the one they use for whales Slide on the beat, acknowledge the pen Back in the my bag, I'm at it again Rotate the roster, just tossed out a ten That shit just don't even matter to him Took me a minute to comprehend Shit that I needed, I had within Used to place all of my trust in them I'm never doin' that shit again They get ahead of they self, if you let 'em They get to reachin', that shit is pathetic They couldn't walk in my shoes if I let 'em These size 11's, they fit a lil' different If we have beef, I'ma go 'head and dead it Sweetest revenge is success and forgiveness Married the game, can't trust none of these bches I keep it two Virgils in all of my lyrics Came in this bch with exceptional spirit Bulletproof vision, cannot let them kill it Real ones acknowledge my shit 'cause they feel it The rest of you want me forgotten and hidden Uh, whoever I fuck's automatically trendin' She wanna F everywhere like it's Fendi The pussy gets killed every time like it's Kenny, ah If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill Do what I want to do at will King, I'm a G.O.A.T., the truth, for real, ayy Banana boat, brings in the mail I cannot use a regular scale Bring me the one they use for whales If you seen half what I saw, you'll tell Before it was popular, I had them boxes sent in the mail I beat the streets, I ain't goin' to jail It was killed or be killed, am I goin' to hell? I told the driver, "Ignore that lil' smell" "Just make sure you ain't drivin' too fast while I trail" We got Wock' right on and straight from Vallejo Ride through the air, in four hours, was here I done been too close to death to be scared I get my gun when they come unprepared Money bring shy bitches right out they shell I don't want love, when I fuck, I might pay her Quarter back place, call me Geeski McNair I'm throwin' somethin', could knock down a bird I don't feel nothin', especially fear All of 'em crossed me, I ain't shed a tear My heart is pure, I understand we ain't similar She can't wait 'til I cum, this Perc' killin' her She a freak, she ask me, could I spit on her She just prayin' that Geeski deliver her It's so many, I barely remember her My role is pivotal, they know I'm rich Don't forget I'm a criminal Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill Do what I want to do at will King, I'm a G.O.A.T., the truth, for real, ayy Banana boat, brings in the mail I cannot use a regular scale Bring me the one they use for whales If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill Do what I want to do at will King, I'm a G.O.A.T., the truth, for real, ayy Banana boat, brings in the mail I cannot use a regular scale Bring me the one they use for whales, ayy
Writer(s): Gerald Gillum, Matthew Samuels, Quentin Miller, Trevor Rich, Elias Sticken, George Stone Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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