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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belly
Belly
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Belly
Belly
Composer
Starrah
Starrah
Composer
Brian White
Brian White
Composer
Lauryn Hill
Lauryn Hill
Composer
Frederick Hibbert
Frederick Hibbert
Composer
Danny Schofield
Danny Schofield
Composer
Marco Rodriguez
Marco Rodriguez
Composer
Richard Muñoz
Richard Muñoz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The ANMLS
The ANMLS
Producer
DannyBoyStyles
DannyBoyStyles
Co-Producer
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Engineer
Raphael Mesquita
Raphael Mesquita
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tony Maserati
Tony Maserati
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Mastering Engineer
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Recording Engineer
Infamous
Infamous
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Topless shows, Tokyo hoes, heart Sake cold, lock and load Couple pistols in my Versace robes My Karachi plug gon' cop it, where the poppies grow Back on my desperado mariachi flow Cocky hoes give me top like sloppy joes The feds watching close, my dog Apache know Grew up, fucked up shit cold, rocky road Dreams of killing the Apollo like its Rocky four 38., like a ticket to the pearly gates Leaning on the wall, tryna' hold the world straight This the dark side, swallow your fear Even your shadow won't follow you here I'm taking, trips to the coast, so my bitches can boast Paparazzi flicking pictures time to switch up the boat Chasing fuck boys, no wonder why you bitches is broke Catching glimpses from your city where its fifty below I heard them say, its all love Fake hand shakes then they say its all love I know they hate, its all love And when you see me don't tell me its all love You lost one, its so silly How come you say its all love You don't really, want none Smoking loud, put the purple up in the air Boy I'm a nut, I rap circles around these squares boy You had the whole thing, but you ain't wanna' share it boy Now you wanna' hang, I'll be the one to kick your chair boy Rare form, being real is rare form Talking wars you ain't prepared for I'm sick, these rappers wishing it was airborne Pray for em', these feelings run deep Seven day ones with me, not a single one weep Money man, rubber band was my first bracelet Trapping out the stove when I'd work late shifts Before I knew about Versaces's and Hermes's You never forget the pussy when you first taste it Mmm peach juice, sweet tooth Fuck pills, I hit the molly with a tea spoon Look at this bullshit I come back too Heard these pussies talking tough, that's cute Wait, I think I heard it all now You can't walk around the city, how you say you run the town? I heard them say, its all love Fake hand shakes and they say its all love I know they hate, its all love And when you see me don't tell me its all love You lost one, its so silly How come you say its all love You don't really, want none I heard them say, its all love Fake hand shakes then they say its all love I know they hate, its all love Its all love I heard them say, its all love Its all love I know they hate, its all love Its all love Its so silly, how come You say its all love You don't really, want none
Writer(s): Frederick Hibbert, Lauryn N. Hill, Brian White, Danny Schofield, Marco Antonio Jr. Rodriguez Diaz, Ahmad Balshe, Jason Quenneville, Richard Jonnas Munoz, Brittany Talia Hazzard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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