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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raja Kumari
Raja Kumari
Background Vocals
Sean Garrett
Sean Garrett
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garrett Hamler
Garrett Hamler
Composer
Parker Ighile
Parker Ighile
Composer
Svetha Y. Rao
Svetha Y. Rao
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Parker Ighile
Parker Ighile
Producer
Sean Garrett
Sean Garrett
Producer
Bryan Anzel
Bryan Anzel
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Rashawn McLean
Rashawn McLean
Assistant Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Can I begin? (Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh) One, two, one two, nah killers don't talk Make sure you don't get in our way One, two, one two, my pillow don't talk Make sure you don't get in our way Get in our way, make sure you don't get in our way Get in our way, make sure you don't get in our way Pull up Diamond bindi shining with the bangles out Fuck pushing up in Bentley trucks Only G6, bitch, you know them wheels is up Praise to my maker, got that Hindu guap Only ring from a pharaoh, better be King Tut Gully Gang in the sling, fucker test your luck When the last time you seen a Hindustani stunt? Third world, shit for real From the East End, never be shit if you sleep Bitch resilient, 'cause I break bread with a billion Respect for the my bloodline, the deceased Send my Benjis over to Gandhi, and now we feast King that, bring the crown back with the jewels Yeah, you took that, ut it's the get back, issa mood Bitch, I chin-check, every syllable for the street Yeah, the world blind but my third eye see the heat (Rrrah) One, two, one two, nah killers don't talk Make sure you don't get in our way One, two, one two, my pillow don't talk Make sure you don't get in our way Get in our way, make sure you don't get in our way (Make sure you don't) Get in our way, make sure you don't get in our way (Yeah, uh, make sure you don't) Crushed flax seeds in the green tea, life infinity Breathe so much intensity 'til my nose bleed I3 when she look at me, two versus three Shiva, bitch I never sleep, I'm a trinity Smoke rings, sticky-icky ting, that Manali cream Bomb with the native tongue, got that California heat Of course he wanna eat me, sweet as lychee But he ain't never caught a head shot from a genie Like Coogi be on "Juicy," on that Biggie beat Shook when you see a deity, we be army deep Young Gods run with Kumaris, new monarchy You could never live a day they see, thug odyssey (Rrrah, check 'em out) One, two, one two, nah killers don't talk Make sure you don't get in our way One, two, one two, my pillow don't talk Make sure you don't get in our way Get in our way, make sure you don't get in our way (Make sure you don't) Get in our way, make sure you don't get in our way (Make sure you don't) Like Coogi be on "Juicy," on that Biggie beat Shook when you see a deity, we be army deep Like Coogi be on "Juicy," on that Biggie beat Shook when you see a deity, we be army deep
Writer(s): Garrett Hamler, Parker Ighile, Raja Kumari Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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