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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tecca
Lil Tecca
Vocals
Michelangelo Pulvirenti
Michelangelo Pulvirenti
Programming
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Programming
Pvlace
Pvlace
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michelangelo Pulvirenti
Michelangelo Pulvirenti
Songwriter
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Songwriter
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Songwriter
Denis Berger
Denis Berger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michelangelo Pulvirenti
Michelangelo Pulvirenti
Producer
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Producer
Pvlace
Pvlace
Producer
Joseph Colmenero
Joseph Colmenero
Mixing Engineer
Omar Loya
Omar Loya
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, oh my, oh my god Oh my, oh my god, oh my Oh my, oh my god, oh my Oh my (uh, uh-uh-uh-uh) (Nick, you're stupid) My baby she flexing all up on my blessings I get a flash, nigga with baguettes We just seen a opp and we sent 'em to heaven And it been so long, so the vibe so distant She singing Lil Tecca, so she let me hit it Didn't respond to the text, nigga but I read it She told me she love me, nigga had to dead her Run to the pack lil' nigga gotta get it I don't know, are you gang slime? I don't know your gang sign I don't know your intentions with my energy, see you later She said "Oh my God" like Lil Keed And you givin' me stress, baby I don't need She said that she love me, she fuck on my team How you say that you love me and fuck on my team? I'm countin' the cash, yeah I count the green I'm countin' the cash, yeah I count the blue I got no pressure, nigga game two You know that you poppin' if they hate you I use it as motivation, 'cause I know that I'm going to be greatness Spin your block like tornado You a lost nigga, you are outdated Put me in Olympics, I run to that sack I feel like a doctor she give me that back I say, yo wave pass the meth Finessin' that pack and I might get it back Always grindin', nigga I cannot slack I fucked your bitch, ha, that's a fact I fucked yo' ho, nigga that's a fendi I mixed the Prada nigga wit' the Fendi I fuck on yo' bitch her name Betty You fall in love then it's deady 'Cause I don't need no one, I don't know if I'm ready I ain't goin' to the party baby, we go to the getty I ain't tryna touch you baby, shawty you jus' met me My baby she flexing all up on my blessings I get a flash, nigga with baguettes We just seen a opp and we sent 'em to heaven And it been so long, so the vibe so distant She singing Lil Tecca, so she let me hit it Didn't respond to the text, nigga but I read it She told me she love me, nigga have to dead it I don't know, are you gang slime? I don't know your gang sign I don't know your intentions, but my energy see you laid out She said "Oh my God" like Lil Keed And you givin' me stress, baby I don't need She said that she love me, she fuck on my team How you say that you love me and fuck on my team?
Writer(s): Nicholas Mira, Tyler Justin Sharpe, Michelangelo Pulvirenti, Denis Berger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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