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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ski Mask the Slump God
Ski Mask the Slump God
Vocals
Ronny J
Ronny J
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stokeley Goulbourne
Stokeley Goulbourne
Songwriter
Ronald Spence Jr.
Ronald Spence Jr.
Songwriter
Edwin Morina
Edwin Morina
Songwriter
Eric Mullegger
Eric Mullegger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fresh THPharmacy
Fresh THPharmacy
Recording Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Ronny J
Ronny J
Producer

Lyrics

La-la-la (Huh) La-la-la (Huh) La-la-la Oh my god, Ronny! Stupid Like a Quarter Pounder, I found her She with a boy think its Ned Flanders She said that, really nice With my ice, I drown her I found her soul in the night She's a Salamander Cold-blooded the type Yuh, this ain't that, bitch (Yuh), that ain't this, yuh (Yuh) This ain't that, bitch (Yuh), that ain't this, yuh (Yuh, water!) This ain't that, bitch (Yuh), that ain't this, yuh (Yuh) This that him that's talking shit Bend him like a blimp I know she gon' swallow like the bitch can't swim Hit 'em with a follow when a bitch can't tip, yuh Who the fuck the reaper? Fuck that nigga named Grim I am the one with light inside the darkness of the den I'm a god but I'm still praising God too Know a nigga know dogs, sell dog food Know my game on point, no harpoon Know a nigga said I'm fry, so I told 'em get fist 'Cause these niggas too old too broke to Cut em' off my frequency, no Pro Tools Blue cheese and blue jeans And you know they're Balmains, So they come with the wrinkles like a Pug do Yuh, this ain't that, bitch (Yuh), that ain't this, yuh (Yuh) This ain't that, bitch (Yuh), that ain't this, yuh (Yuh) This ain't that, bitch, that ain't this, yuh (Yuh) Is that him that's talking shit? Bend him like a blimp Gucci on my body Feel like water I can't swim So I bought a Gucci rubber ducky with the fins When I was a younging, hit at home I was 10 Told my Dad I was selling molly ninth grade in (Yeah) You are now inside of my mind It is very black and white, no mime I put diamonds up on my time Laid back siping Fiji with the lime, do She an animal, eat me like bamboo Young nigga, and I'm sly like CANTU This ain't that, bitch (Yuh), that ain't this, yuh (Yuh) This ain't that, bitch (Yuh), that ain't this, yuh (Yuh, water!) This ain't that, bitch, that ain't this, yuh (Yuh) Is that him that's talking shit? Bend him like a blimp La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la
Writer(s): Ronald Spence, Stokeley Goulbourne, Eric Mullegger, Edwin Morina Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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