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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
Robert Ginyard Jr.
Robert Ginyard Jr.
Composer
Johnathan Scott
Johnathan Scott
Songwriter
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter
Nick Thompson
Nick Thompson
Songwriter
Devin Phillion
Devin Phillion
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer
Nick Nash
Nick Nash
Producer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Light skin, brown skin, gyal I love 'em all Dark skin girl, I could catch you if you fall We could go to Mars, we could do the most Two twin bitches, I can't pick, I love 'em both I can't pick, I love 'em both And I got too attached, so I had to go ghost And girl that shit is fat, can I show it to the bros? Beat that shit up like you owe or you stole Packs for the low, pack then I go Anything we do girl, can't nobody know Ballin' with no coach, I'ma make a toast Baby I'm the GOAT, if you didn't, now you know Yeah, if you didn't, now you know that I was in the back of the Mack, right where your ho at I was prolly with my old ho, call her throwback 'Cause all she know is throw back Don't tell her 'cause she know that Trips to Miami, bulletproof Caddy Told her my name but she callin' me daddy Baby I'm a winner, had to do it for the fam' You know I'm a shooter, had do it for the gang Yeah, can't be fuckin' with no lames She said, "Boy you famous, them people know your name" Brand new Wraith, brand new place Took her to the moon, said she needed her space Hard showin' love when you all around hate She a freak, I don't judge, this a game I could play Bad lil' bitch, I'll prolly eat it like it's cake, and Yeah, I got some feelings, but my heart in a grave All these ho's I could save, but I ain't got a cape I know you wanna stay, but it's money to be made I be in the loop with the bitches and the banks But it's money over ho's, I ain't even gotta think, huh I'm outside, prolly out of state Back in the town, got the gang on the way AMG coupe, who could beat it in a race? She could ride it in the Wraith, with the stars in her face Are you dumb? If she ain't pullin' up it ain't no fun I like Wockesha but Perkiana was the one I be in the club throwin' ones in the buns Real niggas pull up, make a fake nigga run Look, and that's the only way it goes, yeah Girl, that's the only way I know Left me in the cold, you ain't think I had a coat, uh Water on me drippin' like the bottom of the boat Light skin, brown skin, gyal I love 'em all Dark skin girl, I could catch you if you fall We could go to Mars, we could do the most Two twin bitches, I can't pick, I love 'em both I can't pick, I love 'em both (I love 'em both) I love 'em both I can't pick, I love 'em both (I love 'em both) I love 'em both
Writer(s): Nick Thompson, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers, Devin Phillion Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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