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Lil Uzi Vert - Bean (Kobe) feat. Chief Keef [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre In my triple cup, that's two times two Man, this shit darker than wonton soup, ayy Yeah, my eyes red, but I'm no Damu If you gon' run it up, that's so on you You know I'm ballin', usual like Kobe (24) Ooh, worried 'bout a hater that don't know me He say that he tough, then that boy gotta show me Pull up Bentley truck, extra poles, and we four deep (bah) Say my name three times like I'm Tony (Tony, Toni, Toné) Diamond VVS, I put baguettes all on my Rollie I ain't never believe nothing that you told me These niggas keep sneak dissing, they turned me to my old me Before I had these mils, I was oh so lonely Runnin' 'round in Philadelphia only with my 40 I ain't never been a phony (no way) You be gettin' bands? Hardly, yeah I just fucked your bitch, sorry, ooh (I'm sorry) Man, I put that on my shawty, ooh Fight me, we're not scared, sorry (I'm sorry) No, I'm not here for no games, Atari (no way) Diamonds, they hittin' like water, ooh, starbeam, yeah Rockstar life be callin' (callin') Don't want that girl, she stallin', she stallin' (oh, oh) Big ol' foreign whip, ooh, I can't park it (ooh, no way) I'm from outer space, ooh, in a starship (ooh) Thick ol' foreign bitch, ooh, that's my target (ooh) Ten bands, what you say? Ooh (ooh) Ten bands for my Chanel carpet (alright) Rockstar life like watch this (okay) Young nigga slick like margarine (huh?) Lost your bitch in Starlet's (jeez) AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie (Bang, bang) AP, Muller, my Rollie (woo) AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie (that's two times two) AP, Muller, my Rollie Just pulled up with me (huh?) Doin' one-sixty (skrrt) The bitch staring at me Got real big titties (sos', baby) What's in my jeans? Them real big fifties Flight after flight (beep) Hittin' real big cities From the sandbox, yeah, my brothers is with me (mm) If they give me a bond, I'm comin' to get me (let's get it) And in the club (let's get it) We snuck the semi (bang) Cup, dawg, it ain't Rémy I can feel the envy In my triple cup, that's two times two Man, this shit darker than a wonton soup, ayy Yeah, my eyes red, but I'm no Damu If you gon' run it up, that's so on you Disrespect the gang, and we stall on you, hey Send them Trackhawk shots, don't get called on you (bang, bang) Bring my belt, better have that coat on you, ayy (gang, gang) Marry that guap, you know I do AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie (Bang, bang) AP, Muller, my Rollie (woo) AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie (that's two times two)
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Keith Cozart, Jordan Timothy Jenks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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