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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SpotemGottem
SpotemGottem
Performer
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Performer
Lil-H
Lil-H
Programming
Blockboishawty
Blockboishawty
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henock Siyoum
Henock Siyoum
Composer
Koren Stalnaker
Koren Stalnaker
Composer
Nehemiah Harden
Nehemiah Harden
Composer
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Composer
Yohan Soares
Yohan Soares
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil-H
Lil-H
Producer
Blockboishawty
Blockboishawty
Producer
Juan Peña
Juan Peña
Mixing Engineer
Joel Nuñez
Joel Nuñez
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ha-ha, I'ma be honest Got my eyes on the prize Got my eyes on the prize I get to tripping with the blick (hold up, H) Ayy, look me in my eyes She said that she adore me, (adore me), uh, I feel like no one for me (for me) He got blood on his jersey (blood on his jersey), that remind me of Curry, uh Throw back a perc, I just had to relapse, ooh They tried to spin and we gon' send they shooter back (shooter back) Chrome Heart shirt, Chrome Heart hat I ran out of love, no strings attached Dropped it, now shе feeling me more Like a bottlе, how the fuck we end up on the floor? Distant lovers where nobody knows (nobody knows) I came from serving fiends, breaking back doors (doors) Run up the money, taking care of my folks (taking care of my folks) She wanna run away, so I Iet her go (go) I'm a demon when all is done You got me fiending, you're the one Never leave the house without my magic wand (hmm) hmm Dreads hanging like a Rasta baby, I'm a don (I'm a don), I'm a don Ayy, I let off a dummy clip, Glick got zombie tips, they done flushed the whole whip I ain't friendly with you bitch ass rappers, beat done got you killed (what?) I ain't friendly with you bitch ass rappers, beat done got you killed (what did she say?) (What did she say?) She said that she adore me, uh, I feel like no one for me, uh (for me) He got blood on his jersey (on his jersey), that remind me of Curry, uh (Curry) Throw back a perc, I just had to relapse, ooh They tried to spin and we gon' send they shooter back (shooter back) Chrome Heart shirt, Chrome Heart hat (yeah) I ran out of love (yeah), no strings attached I fucked a bad lil' bitch, she had me, then she still cussin' That bitch was wild, I gave her the dick, that bitch is still fussin' Fuck who you wanna fuck, just let a nigga still crush you I just wanna go and leave and come back, know I'll still bust you Your nigga say he top dog, but why you still hustling? That bitch be talking hella shit, but wanna still kick it You know I'm on my way, these bitches call me they meal ticket You catch me cheatin' gotta love it, leave it deal with it I said A-B-C-D-E, 'cause I can't give a F about a ho, no, no Put my foot down, and I'm steppin' on a ho, ho, ho Two bad bitches, they crept inside the door, oh, oh She alone, sexy like Nia Long Bad bitch, I paid her for the wish at Louis Vuitton Niggas screw up your faces, dishonor that we put on It's either you love it shawty or you can leave me alone, damn (What she say?) She said that she adore me, uh, I feel like no one for me, uh (for me) He got blood on his jersey (on his jersey), that remind me of Curry (Curry) Throw back a perc, I just had to relapse, ooh They tried to spin and we gon' send they shooter back (shooter back) Chrome Heart shirt, Chrome Heart hat I ran out of love, no strings attached (attached, attached)
Writer(s): Daystar Peterson, Henock Siyoum, Nehemiah Harden, Yohan Soares, Koren Stalmaker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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