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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gorelov Lev Aleksandorovich
Gorelov Lev Aleksandorovich
Songwriter
Jeuan Kiel Tabarrejo
Jeuan Kiel Tabarrejo
Songwriter
Darius Gerome Henry
Darius Gerome Henry
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Robert Mandell
Robert Mandell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
G-1
G-1
Producer
Yung Dee
Yung Dee
Producer
G Koop
G Koop
Producer
DaBoyDame
DaBoyDame
Producer
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Executive Producer
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Executive Producer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mastering Engineer
Chosen 1
Chosen 1
Producer
Julian Juliano Suleiman
Julian Juliano Suleiman
Recording Engineer
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga (G, I think we got one) Only love I ever felt was for my mama, on my mama Miss my grandma, miss my uncle Rest in peace Neff and Rece Cash out, thick bitch from the Westside Cash, dawg, no, this is not a S-Class Maybach, I been turnin' up for my city I been turnin' up for my city Richie Rich, fuck her, then I leave, bitch, ain't no, "Give me kiss" All or nothin', freak bitch call me Dugg and I don't call her number She finessin', baby, I need a dime Baby, I need a, yeah, leave a message Dawg, you known for doggin' hoes Bae, I can't fuck all them hoes Take her shoppin', she bе fly Hermes, Chanel, and Prada Gucci coat matchin' my mama's '21, brand nеw, no mileage Fuck me before I start wildin' Calm me down Sixes, brown, tickin' bomb Sippin' Dom Pérignon Bitches fine, glizzy, nine Play and get shot I'm still missin' my pops When is you gettin' out? I been turnin' up for my city (turn me up) I been turnin' up for my city Tell Dez make me some noodles Turn my young bitch to a shooter Damn, I miss OG Double, taught me how to pimp and hustle I go and hit a lick, you can go and ask Bubba Big blocks, tote real choppers Whole lotta shooters, you don't want no problems R.I.P. Junebug, taught me in the broad day Tryna pay this lawyer for my lil' ones, gon' be a cold case Magic City, I'm the owner Tell Steve Harvey, I don't want her One thing I never seen was a bitch that leave Every time I crank the car, I don't use a key Push-start, foreign whip Two glizzies, extended clips I don't go a day bein' sober Pour a lotta dope in my soda Magic City, I'm the owner Tell Steve Harvey, I don't want her Sixes brown, tickin' bomb, sippin' Dom Pérignon Big ridin', really, I'm a don Made these bitches wait in line I done came out the muddy I done put the most white diamonds on the blackest hoes I'm just turnin' up for my city (turn me up) I'm just turnin' up for my city I'm just turnin' up for my city (turn me up) I been turnin' up for my city Grandma, daddy, mama, sister, I been through so much lately Run it up and stash it, damn near two million on that mattress CMG, that's who I signed to, but I like my pockets full I got my game from the streets, I barely went to school I know nine Dugg, slow down, shawty Four times, I don't really like to squash On my daddy, on my mama I don't really like to squash
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Darius Henry, Dion Marquise Hayes, Jeuan Tabarrejo, Aleksandrovich Gorelov Lev Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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