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Harambe
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Billboard Hitmakers
Billboard Hitmakers
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eduardo Burgess
Eduardo Burgess
Songwriter
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
Jonathan de la Rosa
Jonathan de la Rosa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Executive Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Alexander Tumay
Alexander Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Billboard Hitmakers
Billboard Hitmakers
Producer

Lyrics

Mafia (Billboard Hitmakers) Yeah, AP gang, bitch, you know what I'm sayin'? Level up Yeah, AP gang (Big ice) Yeah, catch him down bad Beat him with the bat, hashtag that (yeah) I copped a new Jag', yeah, yeah Bitch, I got a blue Jag', yeah (Ha, ha) I make that cash talk, nigga (bitch) I got a new house You wanna get in, need a passcode, nigga (what?) Two 25 on the dashboard, nigga (skrrt) Stack it up and then you get that foreign, nigga Step it up and take care of your daughter, nigga (Ha, ha, ha) Stack it up and take care of your son, nigga Step it up and take care of money (Hey) You know I ran it all up by myself And now your bitch is drinking cum, nigga (Yeah) My diamonds yellow like a corn, nigga (Yeah) Double R at the prom, nigga (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Got some hitters, all of 'em my cuz, nigga (Ayy) Girl, I know you love me (Love me) I know, I know, I know you love me (You love me, hey) Bentley wheelin' nigga, bad killer nigga, back it up (Bitch, get down) Bands kill a nigga fast, will a nigga back it up? (Tick tick tack) Apeshit, nigga, Godzilla, nigga, act up (Ha, ha, ha) Go apeshit, go Godzilla, bae, back it up (Yeah) I just wanna have sex (Hey), I just wanna have a baby out you, girl (Hey) I just wanna go brazy about you, girl (Hey) Don't make a nigga act crazy, oh-ooh, girl (Ayy) 'Cause you know I will, and I'm on a Perky pill (Hey) This shit can get ugly for you (Yeah) I'll pull up and bust your mama (Brrat) I'll pull up and bust your brother (Yeah) I aim at your fuckin' family (Brrt) I aim at your whole clique (Brrt) I aim at your motherfuckin' mama I aim at your fuckin' dad (Brrt) I aim at your daughter, son, nigga (What?) I aim it at everything (Hey, pop out) I aim at the baby (Hey) I got devil inside of me (Hey) Got the devil inside me (What?) God tryna provide me (God) God tryna decide (What?) Do he wanna leave me or sign me? (Who that?) Um, okay, I know He frustrated 'bout a nigga And everything I take or do, yeah (Pablo shit) I know I did a lot of sins And I hope you still let me make it through, ah (Hey) Just 'cause I got me a spot in LA That don't mean I'ma change the crew (Fuck) My bitch trying to figure out How she can tell me to chill without changin' you (Woo) Fuck it, I'm changin' up on 'em (Yeah) But my fans, not changin' on 'em (Yeah) Makin' a band, I'm sangin' on 'em (Hey) Whip out that bag, syringin' on 'em (Hey) Hey, hey, we locked that bitch out with no passcode (Huh) I bought her some of those Damn, she already had 'em though Bentley wheelin' nigga, bad killer nigga, back it up Bands kill a nigga fast, will a nigga back it up? Apeshit, nigga, Godzilla, nigga, act up Go apeshit, go Godzilla, bae, back it up I just wanna have sex, I just wanna have a baby out you, girl I just wanna go brazy about you, girl Don't make a nigga act crazy, oh-ooh, girl Ayy, 'cause you know I will, and I'm on a Perky pill
Writer(s): Jonathan Antonio De La Rosa, Eduardo Augusto Burgess Jr., Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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