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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Grams
Big Grams
Performer
Big Boi
Big Boi
Performer
Chris Carmouche
Chris Carmouche
Programming
Phantogram
Phantogram
Performer
David Whild
David Whild
Guitar
Gary Fly
Gary Fly
Guitar
Andy Slaigle
Andy Slaigle
Guitar
Hornz Unlimited
Hornz Unlimited
Horn
9th Wonder
9th Wonder
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Composer
Chris Carmouche
Chris Carmouche
Composer
Hollis Mason
Hollis Mason
Composer
Patrick Douthit
Patrick Douthit
Composer
M. Butler
M. Butler
Composer
L. Hanks
L. Hanks
Composer
Z. Grey
Z. Grey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Carmouche
Chris Carmouche
Recording Engineer
Gary Fly
Gary Fly
Mixing Engineer
9th Wonder
9th Wonder
Producer
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
Producer
Josh Carter
Josh Carter
Producer
Shelton Oliver
Shelton Oliver
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
William DubShakes Shakespeare
William DubShakes Shakespeare
Engineer

Lyrics

East Point College Park sucker Decatur for your hatin' ass See you later Sweet Daddy showed us how to rock a mink I got to thinking and now I got these alligators on my feet I'm so distinguished, the one of the meanest, clean but very private My wife's at home with my chair, Insta silent Night like the Temptations was singing on sight But I'm tempted to put the PVC pipe in her life, right? Those are plumbing terms, so tea time my little hummingbird Cunning words uttered while I'm touching her And now she's beggin' for a nigga to go 'n' get up in her Like the holy ghost, destination molly world So I propose a toast, Crown Black and apple juice It's all about that crown, like no clown life for attitudes Well, unless it's Ice Cube, Dr. Dre, or Eazy Cause I'mma be your nigga for life, please believe me It's just your friendly neighborhood Daddy Fat From Decatur to East Point my name good and that's that She's just a liar who gets high on rock 'n' roll A rolling stone, drugs and hoes She don't know, she just knows That I put it on her (Shawty get the tool out, shawty pimp got the tool out) I put it on her (I'm psyched out with it by now) I'm the producer extraordinaire I'll eat beat machines, put my stick on your snare I like a landing strip or like it bare Good shit and good shit we get anywhere Shape like a peach or a pear Will I put it on you? Hell yeah! Try me little lady, I'll put it in you Put it on you, the performer of performers Producer of producers This is not what you're used to So taste like fruit juice When I cum, it's youthful JMC certified, damn take a spoonful She's just a liar who gets high on rock 'n' roll A rolling stone, drugs and hoes She don't know, she just knows That I put it on her (Shawty get the tool out, shawty pimp got the tool out) I put it on her (I'm psyched out with it by now)
Writer(s): Antwan Patton, Patrick Douthit, Chris Carmouche, Hollis Mason, Jeff Bowden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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