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Young Thug - Tomorrow Til Infinity feat. Gunna [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Diehl
Benjamin Diehl
Songwriter
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
Masamune Kudo
Masamune Kudo
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Producer
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Zeke Mishanec
Zeke Mishanec
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro] (Hope I see you, tomorrow I'm tryna see you, tomorrow) I'm the black Christian Gray, you know what I'm sayin' (I wanna be you, tomorrow) I got fifty shades of baes with me, fifty different bitches Yeah! (I want you, tomorrow I'm tryna see you, tomorrow I'm tryna see you, tomorrow Tomorrow) I know you act right, right I got three bitches on a slide I put some Forgis on my ride Me and my dawgs headed to the sky Cloud nine calling me Couple bad bitches too I got mine on me Listen to them digits, ooh Feet up, baby girl, let's live PJ money yeah, bae let's go on a limb Two racks for my shooter, my Jimmy Choo My bitch in Chanel, pity the fool I got Chanel on my socks, silk and Versace her crotch Ben and Jerry, gotta eat her ice cream I came from pillow to post Ice in my bag, my back on froze Penthouse home, Chicago Yeah, my second home I'm in that limo I just got back home I got my money now Tat my reals, hillstone I just wanna see tomorrow I'm tryna see tomorrow Let's fly away Long time, ain't late I was speed racing, ayy I know you right, right, right But I'm tired of try-y-ying No matter what you gotta stay by my side Right or wrong, you better ride or die 'Til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity Ride, ride, ride, 'til infinity I'm 'bout to buy you your own ride I don't need you involved in homicides Getting a weave in case you think you fried I'm 'bout to fuck this ho outside Horses make my three-wheeler slide Actavis gang 'til I, die Shawty was weak, oh-oh (gangbangers) Shawty was weak, oh-oh Hold up, money is the reason I arrived Bitch, I keep a knife like Michael Myers I was 'bout to stab 'em thirty times like porcupines But I got the rainbow diamonds on like Mike 'n' Ikes Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah Oh, yeah I know you right, right, right But I'm tired of try-y-ying No matter what you gotta stay by my side Right or wrong, you better ride or die 'Til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity Ride, ride, ride, 'til infinity I want you, tomorrow I'm tryna see you, tomorrow I'm tryna see you, tomorrow Tomorrow
Writer(s): Rex Kudo, Sergio Kitchens, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Benjamin Diehl Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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