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Isaiah Rashad - RIP Young Remix (feat. Project Pat & Juicy J) Visualizer
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaiah Rashad
Isaiah Rashad
Vocals
Kal Banx
Kal Banx
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Patrick Houston
Patrick Houston
Songwriter
Isaiah Rashad
Isaiah Rashad
Songwriter
Kalon Berry
Kalon Berry
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kal Banx
Kal Banx
Producer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Johnny Winik
Johnny Winik
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony Tiffith
Anthony Tiffith
Executive Producer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Bow
Aaron Bow
Sound Design
Teddy Walton
Teddy Walton
Sound Design
James Hunt
James Hunt
Mixing Engineer
Rory Behr
Rory Behr
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Man, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope) (For the 900 strong, I got Ps, I got coke) (Man, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope) you wanna bounce? (For the 900 strong, I got Ps, I got coke) yeah Yeah, we work the work, you late to work I holla and they send it You know my plot was colder than Chicago in December My bitch came up in Inglewood, her mama was her daddy And when I'm in the Midwest, she say, "Holla at your family" My dog pass me that cup (what it do?) Taste like candy (bitch) My dog out layin' down the law, he ain't breakin' no laws or serving out a rock Southside still fuckin' in the car, still flippin' in the car, still shootin' out the car Lil' hotbox smokin' out a jar, now I'm fuckin' on a star, hold up, I got a call They say that I'm a cool cat, fuck that Tell them bitches I'm a top dog, get shot Roll the window, let the propane outside Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah Got the money in a headlock, big dog Every time we hit the red lights, just shine Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die They ain't teach him how to pump fake, big shot Ain't trippin', I don't Wanna lose count Talkin' my shit It was just us, bitch Fuck it, I'll drive Hop in my ride Pass me that dutch, bitch On the Westside On the 110 Swingin' my nuts (just swingin' my nuts) Fuck it, let's grill Fuck it, let's spill Spend a few crumbs (I spend a few) Pop smoke, pop shit, pop bitch Young nigga, don't pop too much Spaceships, fake broke, Kanye Young nigga, don't stay too long Big truck, big wheel, big wop Them niggas probably hate my guts Tryna gain my trust (bitch) But it's all out of lust (I said) (Man, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope) (For the 900 strong, I got Ps, I got coke) (Man, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope) (For the 900 strong, I got Ps, I got coke) Man, they say that I'm a cool cat, fuck that Tell them bitches I'm a top dog, get shot Roll the window, let the propane outside Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah Got the money in a headlock, big dog Every time we hit the red lights, just shine Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die They ain't teach him how to pump fake, big shot Man, they say that I'm a cool cat, fuck that Tell them bitches I'm a top dog, get shot Roll the window, let the propane outside Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah Got the money in a headlock, big dog Every time we hit the red lights, just shine Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die They ain't teach him how to pump fake, big shot I'm thugged out, nigga, but I just seen a motherfuckin' Rainbow, nigga I ain't that motherfuckin' thugged out Nigga, that shit beautiful than a motherfucker My baby mama probably at the end of that bitch with her gold diggin' ass, nigga
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Patrick Houston, Kalon Berry, Isiah Rashad Mcclain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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