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Gunna & Future - too easy [Official Audio]
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Gunna
Gunna
Вокал
Future
Future
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Автор песен
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Автор песен
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Автор песен
Sean AK Momberger
Sean AK Momberger
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Ashley Jackson
Ashley Jackson
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Emily Diaz
Emily Diaz
Ассистент инженера
Rodrigo Barahona
Rodrigo Barahona
Ассистент инженера
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Инженер звукозаписи
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Инженер звукозаписи
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Мастеринг-инженер
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Миксинг-инженер
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Продюсер
Wheezy
Wheezy
Продюсер

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Wheezy outta here It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showing me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back, so she won't think I need it Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain't got no jumper Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you Remember that pussy from way back, playing, I pay 'em to pop him Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper This ain't diamonds you looking at, and we done updated the roster You can tell it's a rich nigga posture Young GunWunna, I'm spitting it proper Trapping at school, I was serving bags, police was searching my locker Who did your jewelry? It look like brass, one of your bros should've stopped ya It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showing me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back, so she won't think I need it I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathing If I don't post, and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason Just got my reading, now my reason's, I'm booked out the region This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezing, no way I'm anemic Pluto, Pluto, two-door, four-door, man, this shit too easy Yeah, I'm gon' chop a brick like judo, snatch a Lamborghini (chop it up) I got a different bitch for different places, different seasons (I do) Bitch ain't playing her position, cutting her off, this shit too easy (super) I started off smashing R&B stars right at the bando (Future) I'm having hoes all the way south thinkin' that I abandoned 'em I'm having pimping in my blood and I can change the climate (Pluto) I threw the Marni on and took the price up like I designed it (Pluto) Can't put a Presidential on a bitch 'less she give a nigga a ménage ('nage) That lil' IG bitch ain't shit, fucked her in the car (car) Fucked 'round with a side piece, pop out that night in double-R (Pluto) Started talkin' Chinese from all these sticks in the car It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showing me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back, so she won't think I need it I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathing If I don't post, and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason Just got my reading, now my reason's, I'm booked out the region This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezing, no way I'm anemic
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass, Sean Aaron Momberger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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