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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Vocals
Nyck Caution
Nyck Caution
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Composer
Jesse Cordasco
Jesse Cordasco
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer
Trevor DeBlase
Trevor DeBlase
Mixing Engineer
Charlie Heat
Charlie Heat
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, nigga, we the pineapple under the sea in this mothafucka Yeah, you already know what the fuck it is, bitch Goddamn, ULT, Pro Era shit (Fuck) Nigga, fuck you (Goddamn), goddamn He's heating up You bitch Boy-bo-boy got flow like an aqueduct If the shit ain't real, it ain't 'Pac enough (Yeah) Had no money for the meal, now my pockets stuffed You can't smoke with the kid, man, you dropped the blunt (Woo) I got no more tree No more weed, no PCP (Goddamn) I don't take none of that shit, B LSD (Okay) got my mind on freeze, froze, oh (G-G-G-Good work, Charlie) Cold in the springtime, Era and the C9 Catch another body, then I recline, uh (Okay) Gun in my Lеvi's, you don't wanna see eye You gon' die likе a tie-dye (Woo) You don't wanna beef with the beast, you a feline Hat to the side, lookin' like T.I.P So high, make my eyes bleed God is in my IV (Goddamn), yeah It's been a long way from the days in the Past, you don't know me like that (Okay-kay) Don't know me for the way that I cope with the Pain when everything might crash (Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) You ain't never been in my shoes Lookin' at the world my side of the glass (Goddamn) So when you mentionin' my name It's so much for you to say, you don't know me like that So here is what you do, get the fuck up out my face (Get out my face) I'm off some Gin and Juice, I'ma drown in Alizé (I'm gonna drown) And you could get the D'USSÉ, you won't need a band-aid (No fuckin') And you don't wanna see me on a fuckin' bad day (So, so here) So here is what you do, get the money, fuck a ho I bought some Gin and Juice and the mothafuckin' dro And you could get the D'USSÉ, hit your ass like Figueroa And you don't wanna see me on a fuckin' bad day, no way Boy-bo-boy got flow like an aqueduct If the shit ain't real, it ain't 'Pac enough You mothafuckas not real, you imposters, bruh I wrote your name in a search, you ain't poppin' up Flex hard, feelin' like Big Poppa Pump Beast Coast murder every fuckin' possé cut (Yeah) I'ma-I'ma get mine, no pity If you out of line, then you might die in my city Ten o'clock show, get inside 9:50 When this shit start, need a moshpit or I'm dippin' (Yeah) Need to get away, who the fuck am I kiddin'? Anywhere but here, couldn't be where I'm livin', uh Open up the pit like your arms up Lit, no spark plug, I'ma need more love (Yeah) Guess this is what a stone heart does I'm a good guy but just wait until I'm charged up You don't wanna see me on a bad day (You don't wanna see me on a bad day You don't wanna see me on a bad day) You don't, you don't wanna see me on a bad day You don't wanna see me in a bad way You don't wanna test how much fuel's in the gas tank Just another clip in the ashtray, fssh I been over heads like Anne Frank Gi-gi-gi-gi-give a fuck what you missin' So here is what you do, get the fuck up out my face (Get out my face) I'm off some Gin and Juice, I'ma drown in Alizé (I'm gonna drown) And you could get the D'USSÉ, you won't need a band-aid (No fuckin') And you don't wanna see me on a fuckin' bad day (So, so here) So here is what you do, get the money, fuck a ho I bought some Gin and Juice and the mothafuckin' dro And you could get the D'USSÉ, hit your ass like Figueroa And you don't wanna see me on a fuckin' bad day, no way
Writer(s): Denzel Curry, Jesse Cordasco Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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