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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Skies
Lil Skies
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kimetrius Foose
Kimetrius Foose
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Lyrics
Tony T. Son
Tony T. Son
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Richie Souf
Richie Souf
Producer
Marcelo Sanchez
Marcelo Sanchez
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I just told Richie we rich Yeah, smoking out the pound of P I got a plan like Master P Told her everything ain't what it seems Okay, you gotta light on you a beam I'm the king of all her dreams Superfresh like Listerine Okay, shawty, I got lots of tings Mardi Gras, a party teen Open up, don't tell a thing Okay, keep a secret right with me Drop the top and catch a vibe Pockets own a lot of ring Yeah, balling once we get a bag If I give you everything Would you go pop these tags? If I was down bad Would you give all you had? I just wanna make you laugh I don't wanna make you mad I don't wanna make you sad I just wanna make you glad, yeah Swervin' off up in the car Baby girl goin' too fast Baby girl gotta brag Baby girl way too different Shawty, she don't ever listen I'm Jordan, she Scottie Pippen Ayy, go to the moon for a vacay That is my lil' baby She be drivin' me cray-cray Might load up my AK I'ma walk down right on that street I'ma tell that boy come to me I'ma tell him to take a seat I'ma shoot him and his BB Oh, yeah Drivin' the car, that suburban Lil' baby go sit on my lap She ridin' my dick while I'm swervin' I busted my nuts on her tits She seein' my kids in person And she keep a Glock in the girdle Pull it out and she makin' 'em hurdle Oh, yeah, she makin' 'em nervous One-five, we keep it the service And I got the drugs like a merchant Cap callin', he sayin' it's urgent He callin', he check on my purchase I got it, my nigga, I earned it I flipped it and sold it and burned it I went to the land with the Persians Yeah, smoking out the pound of P I got a plan like Master P Told her everything ain't what it seems Okay, you gotta light on you a beam I'm the king of all her dreams Superfresh like Listerine Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams Mardi Gras, a party teen Open up, don't tell a thing Okay, keep a secret right with me Drop the top and catch a vibe Pockets own a lot of ring Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, baby, like Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh If I go to the grave, it's gon' be hard to replace me Cartier shades just to hide intoxication I go crazy for that money, insane for that paper I got shooters on demand, we ain't payin' for no cable Vampire, count that money in the dark I tote that stingray, but I know that I'm a shark I split that lil' bitch wig, then I tell her play her part I still'll shoot this bitch, I know I'm hangin' 'round stars You in my hand, somethin' like sanitizer And I won't argue 'bout who get higher I ain't stuntin' that nigga 'cause I get way flyer Eat every beat that I'm on, these tracks like appetizers Ayy, Lil Skies, you good? What you on? Yeah, smoking out the pound of P I got a plan like Master P Told her everything ain't what it seems Okay, you gotta light on you a beam I'm the king of all her dreams Superfresh like Listerine Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams Mardi Gras, a party teen Open up, don't tell a thing Okay, keep a secret right with me Drop the top and catch a vibe Pockets own a lot of ring
Writer(s): Kimetrius Foose, Tony Son, Kobe Crawford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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