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Blueface
Blueface
Исполнитель
Herbert Wright III G Herbo
Herbert Wright III G Herbo
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
HitBoy
HitBoy
Композитор
Jonathan Porter
Jonathan Porter
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Herbert Wright III G Herbo
Herbert Wright III G Herbo
Тексты песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
HitBoy
HitBoy
Продюсер
Brian Sumner
Brian Sumner
Инженер

Слова

Wake up early morning, I'm choosing the violence Rather use the 45 on me than kill them with kindness Dirty money all up in these jeans, but I keep 'em clean Gotta keep that thing by my thing 'cause it's bling, bling (Get 'em) I was on my block, gangways all street signs Ain't nobody good, fuck the opps, no peace signs I'm with Blueface on the west, but I'm from the east side I ain't supposed to have this bitch, fuck it though, I came by Ain't nobody came to see others, they came for Blueface Ay, he say, she say Niggas wanted beef 'cause I'm giving her beefcake Yeah, turn it up, a'ight that's more like it Trying to come through, gotta jump hoops in two gates Second-degree murder 'cause he tried it in first place Bitches ain't fucking, get the boot on her birthday I ain't gotta bite for her bitch, tell her to ride dick If she not buying and buying, I'm not finna buy shit Why do niggas wanna fight me instead of fighting with a bitch? Don't play with crips, boy, play with your lil' dick Ain't shit Frito-Lay, niggas can really get chips I was on my block gangways, all street signs Ain't nobody good, fuck the opps, no peace signs I'm with Blueface on the west, but I'm from the east side I ain't supposed to have this bitch, fuck it though, I came by And I'm still with the gang ain't shit change Poppin' out Billy Mussien got on six chains Free reigns bitch, I get chains Bulletproof the reigns, switchin' lanes Superfreak with me, bitch, I'm Rick James All the hoes say the name like I'm Pootie Tang (G Herbo) I ain't gotta do a thang and I do my thang Coupe all black matte like I'm John Wayne Walking Eliantte, this ain't Johnny Dang? (This ain't Johnny Dang) Two-tone AP on plain jane patty Flying track hoe skat, shoe shirt cost racks Big Glocks, no max, no belt, all facts A nigga up, no naps, get your clap, fuck rap I was on my block gangways, all street signs Ain't nobody good, fuck the opps, no peace signs I'm with Blueface on the west, but I'm from the east side I ain't supposed to have this bitch, fuck it though, I came by Ain't nobody came to see others, they came for Blueface Ay, he say, she say Niggas wanted beef 'cause I'm giving her beefcake Yeah, turn it up, a'ight that's more like it
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Jonathan Porter, Herbert Iii Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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