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Listen to Hit Different - Single by A Boogie wit da Hoodie & B-Lovee
ALBUMHit Different - SingleA Boogie wit da Hoodie & B-Lovee
Listen to DLo: The Producers featuring A Boogie wit da Hoodie & B-Lovee
PLAYLISTDLo: The ProducersApple Music Hip-Hop

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
B-Lovee
B-Lovee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angel Ventosa Morales
Angel Ventosa Morales
Songwriter
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Damil Coste
Damil Coste
Songwriter
Junior Sinchi
Junior Sinchi
Songwriter
Qwayshawn Cannon
Qwayshawn Cannon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Alex Estevez
Alex Estevez
Mixing Engineer
Angel T God
Angel T God
Producer
DLo On The Beat
DLo On The Beat
Producer
Jaylv
Jaylv
Producer

Lyrics

Swervin' at ten, huh A.M. in the mornin', I'm finna do it again (DLo on the beat) Huh, swervin' at ten, I don't even like drivin' Benzes (grrah, grrah, grrah, ah) It's ten in the mornin', look, huh She think she it, but she not it It's a knot in my pocket, a rocket beside it He movin' wild, ought' to pop him She actin' naughty, she just tryna drop it Off the 'migos, she actin' real loose Brodie, he grabbin' the .30, he just tryna hoop Two match on my back, but I know what to do I got too much to lose, but I'm still tryna, ooh- Brodie told me to cool, I pour me a four, not a deuce I can't lack for no thot, I'm no fool, I'ma shoot 'til my last, I ain't you If he duck, knock the hoodie right off of his goose, look Out of luck, try to run, he got boomed with the deuce You ain't me, I ain't you, you gon' duck, I'ma boom Off a A, I'm 1A, if he play, I'ma shoot Hallelujah, that's on you, shit get tactic', gotta move Like they want me dead, but I'm smooth, put this beam on his head, watch him lose 10:00 a.m., and we fuckin' and kissin', turnin' (look) Swervin' in Bentleys and 'Burbans (huh) D.T.B., so I stay with a burner, uh, mmm I'm done with the Perkies, not even workin' (huh) Whenever we in it (whenever we it) Everything be different (everything be different) You know that shit hit different (you know that shit hit different) And she wanna be different (she wanna be different) 'Cause she wanna be with us (she wanna be with us) I told her, "Speak the love" (I told her, "Speak the love") I told her, "Speak the love" (I told her, huh) Only two K on jeans and up, sorry, I don't do Bimmers, love Right when they start creepin' up, just turn the speakers up Like, why would you play with us? Was it worth it? Stay armed and dangerous on purpose Huh, baby, you don't even know that you're perfect, mmm She told me it's three of us (she told me it's three of us) I hit it from three angles (hit it from three angles) Put them in a triangle (put them right in a triangle) I said, "Promise me, baby" (oh, yeah, just promise me baby) Said, "Wallahi", to me, baby (said, "Wallahi", to me, baby) Follow me, baby (follow me, baby) They been sleepin' on me, baby (been sleepin' on me) But I'm way too O.D. (way too O.D., baby) I go Amiri Jean crazy (Amiri Jean crazy) Just show me love (show me love) Yeah, you know I'm with B, baby (you know I'm with B, baby) Yeah, you know he gon' shoot (you know he gon' go) Yeah, he gon' go crazy (you know he gon' go crazy) 10:00 a.m., and we fuckin' and kissin', turnin' (look) Swervin' in Bentleys and 'Burbans (huh) D.T.B., so I stay with a burner, uh, mmm I'm done with the Perkies, not even workin' (huh) Whenever we in it (whenever we it) Everything be different (everything be different) You know that shit hit different (you know that shit hit different) And she wanna be different (she wanna be different) 'Cause she wanna be with us (she wanna be with us) I told her, "Speak the love" (I told her, "Speak the love") I told her, "Speak the love" Speak to them, please don't speak to us He got hit with some shit, he was speakin' tough Beat it up, I'ma dip, I can't sleep with her It get real where I sleep, gotta keep it tucked Amiri the denim, that's all that I wear Bitch, I'm rare, let 'em hear From the jungle, I ain't show no fear Slide a opp, put the dot on his hair Oh, she actin' 'neaky, then let's go From the block to the T.V., still on go We gon' pop out like 3D, where the smoke? Send them shots at his figi, give him hope
Writer(s): Junior Sinchi, Qwayshawn Cannon, Joseph Zoumboulias, Damil Coste, Artist Dubose, Angela Morales Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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