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Rafael Casal
Rafael Casal
Performer
Daveed Diggs
Daveed Diggs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rafael Casal
Rafael Casal
Songwriter
Daveed Diggs
Daveed Diggs
Songwriter
Jesse James
Jesse James
Songwriter
David Stokes
David Stokes
Songwriter
Samora Pinderhughes
Samora Pinderhughes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rafael Casal
Rafael Casal
Producer
Daveed Diggs
Daveed Diggs
Producer
Jesse James
Jesse James
Producer
David Stokes
David Stokes
Producer
Samora Pinderhughes
Samora Pinderhughes
Producer

Lyrics

Huh, huh, huh (Yeah) Huh, huh, huh (Don't do it) Yeugh (It's not—it's not worth it, don't do it) Uh, shit (Uh, uh) Uh (I told him not to do it!) Huh! Let your hair down, better come around I don't wanna be gettin' up in the middle of a sentimental epicenter Rhetoric is epidemic, in a panic, evidently imminent and episodical I don't believe, I don't wanna be, onomatopei' Just a little spec they makin' out of me Wanna interject, gonna break a neck What the hell we gonna do to get a little more respect, D? We got this prerogative to try to give the people what they want Ride, why they wanna funk on me? All this bounce they could never get the jump on me Can we both be so low key in the low ride slowly So the police don't creep to surrounding Motherfuckers with nothing up in the trunk We gonna hop up out the scraper with the heat, don't sleep Program We was tryna to be cool, but you fuckin' with the Program Every time we go away, you forget about the Program What, you thought we took a break from the motherfuckin' Program Bitch! Why the fuck you wanna be so undercover? Wicked with it, what did Rafael and I ever do to you? We gave you the shit that knocked, right? Not like you ever said thanks and put money in my bank account On account of all your unaccountability We gonna have to summon up a bunch of other gunner motherfuckers To be ruckus to the table to be able to be stable In the fact that you will never forget what we do again Comin' in a minute and-a then I gotta, and then I gotta Panic on it like a penicillin, interject In a minute, when you cruisin' in the vicinity When I'm batting better, never wanna get up on my neck Oh let's go get that rental check Every little penny that I get up out a motherfucker Better get us all livin' in a tall hill Looking over panorama, hella rappers on they deck for the Program Look, we could do this all day, 'cause you know we got the Program Better get up out the way if you ain't about the Program Yeah, yeah, you gotta thank the Bay for the motherfuckin' Program Yeah, yeah We the motherfuckin' best, but I never wanna bring it to the West Bitch who the— No, no, no, dude Who the fuck, wait— Dude, chill, chill, Rafa, it's over, it's over No, man cause it—wh—how— No We're so much better than everybody, Man. I know, I know, it's all right How many times we gotta do this shit, man? I'm sick o' this sh— It's okay, it's all right I'm so tired! I think they get it Okay
Writer(s): Daveed Daniele Diggs, David Stokes, Jesse James, Rafael Casal, Samora Pinderhughes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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