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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
Skillibeng
Skillibeng
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
Johnathan Scott
Johnathan Scott
Songwriter
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter
Jeremy Soto
Jeremy Soto
Songwriter
Emwah Warmington
Emwah Warmington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer
Moncler
Moncler
Producer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yo Eastside, yo eastside, yo eastside She said she don't love me, why she still get naked I'm a badmon (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh) Look, hol' on, look (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh) (Great John on the beat by the way) I'm feeling way, way too saucy (Too sauce) Too sauce Hop out the Wraith, hopped in the Porsche (Hopped in the Porsche) New Porsche, and it's racin' (And it's racin'), huh She said she don't love me, why she still get naked (She still get naked) I'm a badmon, baby, I'm Jamaican (I'm Jamaican) Yeah (Hol' on) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tonight, wе don't give a fuck Tonight, we don't really carе, hol' on Yeah (Aiight bet) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tonight, we don't give a fuck Tonight, we don't really care, hol' on, huh Wait I'm tryna bleed the block, huh I know you heard the shots I be buggin', tryna murder opps, ayy I got 'em itchin' to flock When you see me you better move hot You know who call the shots From the bottom, but now we on top, huh How is you still sleep Now they lovin', used to hate me, huh And my kicks clean, ain't nobody ever had these, uh Crackin', huh No lackin', know I pack it Whats cracking You know we super savage (Wait, wait, hol' on, hol' on) I'm feeling way, way too saucy (Too sauce) Too sauce Hop out the Wraith, hopped in the Porsche (Hopped in the Porsche) New Porsche, and it's racin' (And it's racin') She said she don't love me, why she still get naked (She still get naked) I'm a badmon, baby, I'm Jamaican (I'm Jamaican) Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tonight, we don't give a fuck Tonight, we don't really care, hol' on Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tonight, we don't give a fuck Tonight, we don't really care Bumboclaat though, yeah (Wait, woah) And we have the Glock and the FN, the AR The sig, and the mini K dem Run wid the bad mon Cause blood bath, bloodclaat, don't cross, you fi dead Skilly wid the beng and Sleepy will roll pon dem wid the four ball dem We all run the street like fence When boy go sleep pon bed (Yeah) We nuh go gripe and feel out, some cyat want me now Bother that Me nuh feel suh Then start, want beef nuh We have the all purpose Glock We ah brr nah chat pon people Trun bwoy head into ah pasta Mek dawg come nyam dat Dem bwoy could run, got all star Still mek the boy run fast fast Fool in the mouth tryna falter You ah know we ah mad man Two many K dat ah chop chop (Yuh say) I'm feeling way, way too saucy (Too sauce) Too sauce Hop out the Wraith, hopped in the Porsche (Hopped in the Porsche) New Porsche, and it's racin' (And it's racin') She said she don't love me, why she still get naked (She still get naked) I'm a badmon, baby, I'm Jamaican (I'm Jamaican) Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tonight, we don't give a fuck Tonight, we don't really care, hol' on Yeah (Aiight bet) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tonight, we don't give a fuck Tonight, we don't really care
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Devano Angelo Kleijn, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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