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Grioten, Ethan Ross, Sayfalse, SaintRxse - MYBAD!
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Grioten
Grioten
Исполнитель
Sayfalse
Sayfalse
Исполнитель
Ethan Ross Yampolsky
Ethan Ross Yampolsky
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Gabriel Rivera
Gabriel Rivera
Автор песен
Ethan Ross Yampolsky
Ethan Ross Yampolsky
Автор песен
Sirenev Leonid Alexandrovich
Sirenev Leonid Alexandrovich
Автор песен
Suslov Nikita Vladimirovich
Suslov Nikita Vladimirovich
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
SaintRxse
SaintRxse
Продюсер
Sayfalse
Sayfalse
Продюсер

Слова

I'ma do the devil dance I'ma put you in a headlock while your pissing in your pants I don't give a fuck about you bitch you might as well be dead Bitch I'm heading to the top no stops Like bitch I'm on go My bad my bad I ain't even mean to flex like that Bitch leave me lone Hit you with a motherfucking bat Ima smoke you like a motherfucking pack Bitch I never keep it tote Four deep y'all still get folded Hold this dick, finna bust on yo wife she a hoe My bad my bad, I ain't notice Oh shit, step on 'em crushing they bones Shoot a muthafucka with a hundred fucking mags Ay, don't face me bitch, turn your back I've been running band, stacking all these fucking racks Ey that's why all these bitches looking at me like that Bitch I don't wanna fuck All these bitches fucking suck I've been working on myself cause these bitches can't love I've been in my feelings every single fucking day But I keep it to myself cause I'm tryna get paid I whip it out and she about to guzzle a gallon I see my bank account I'm going wild I doubled my balance These motherfuckers all wanna compare the hustle with talent You wasn't about it and now I finna stunt in a palace You motherfucking lil weaklings couldn't be kings Got the sixth sense boy I being seeing things Hit the corner store, iced tea and peach rings Pulled her cus I'm a g, now I pull her g string To the side, bitch we gon ride Cannot compete cus they don't got no drive Got no ambition it's not no surprise Cone Gang bitch why the fuck would try? Heard they wanna take my soul Ha ha ha motherfucker I'm staying on go Heard they stop me, woah Y'all fucked up, we be riding out Like bitch I'm on go My bad my bad I ain't even mean to flex like that Bitch leave me lone Hit you with a motherfucking bat Ima smoke you like a motherfucking pack Bitch I never keep it tote Four deep y'all still get folded Hold this dick, finna bust on yo wife she a hoe My bad my bad, I ain't notice Oh shit, step on 'em crushing they bones
Writer(s): Gabriel Rivera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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