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Smokepurpp - Fingers Blue (Feat. Travis Scott) [Prod. RONNYJ]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smokepurpp
Smokepurpp
Performer
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omar Pineiro
Omar Pineiro
Composer
Ronald Spence Jr.
Ronald Spence Jr.
Composer
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Composer
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RONNY J
RONNY J
Producer
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer

Lyrics

Oh my God, Ronny 'Til my fingers blue (yeah) I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue (pew) Lil Purpp Yuh, ayy this shit sound Smokepurpp as fuck I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe, huh (Bentley coupe) Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof (uh) I like selling mid because I smoke the boof, uh I be countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue 'Til my fingers blue, 'til my fingers blue I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue 'Til my fingers blue, 'til my fingers blue I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue Hop out the whip, I'm in the kitchen I whip Chopper on me, shots to the head make him sit (yep) Yeah, I'm the shit, all of my songs is a hit I don't miss (damn) Smokin' on gas in the VIP, poppin' champagne on a bitch Heard you a snitch, nigga be quiet 'cause you can get bitched (you can get bitched) I keep a chopper it's loaded Hop out the Rolls got my name on the curtain Fuckin' yo thot and I do that for certain And I stay clean like detergent Poppin' on xannies and poppin' on perkies Run up on me you get cut like a turkey I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe, uh (Bentley coupe) Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof (uh) I like selling mid because I smoke the boof (uh) I be countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue 'Til my fingers blue, 'til my fingers blue, uh I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue (I count) 'Till my fingers blue, 'til my fingers blue I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue 'Til my fingers blue, 'til my fingers flew (is flew) I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue (yeah) Lamborghini roadster, this is not the coupe If I slide the top off then you better shoot (yeah) Diamond teeth (shine), diamonds white and pink (it's lit) Yeah, back in sync, just in time to drink Still strawberry smooth, still roll off the goop Hit her off the view, top floor aerial Yeah, all she do is dance and take xans, she too basic If she ever plan on fall asleep my hands replace them Whole damn crew, off the zoot Pour the juice, hit the jack and count the deads I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe, uh Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof (uh) I like selling mid because I smoke the boof (uh) I be countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue 'Til my fingers blue, 'til my fingers blue, uh I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue 'Til my fingers blue, 'til my fingers blue I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue
Writer(s): Omar Jeffery Pineiro, Ronald O'neil Jr. Spence, Jacues Webster, Pierre Arnotti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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