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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Songwriter
Delanious Leon Ward Jr.
Delanious Leon Ward Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
DdotFreezing
DdotFreezing
Producer

Lyrics

Like, "-, Tyler got the sauce, - got the flavor" Ayy, look like Jayda Wayda (Ddot cold as a -, on God), ayy, yeah They like, "-, man, Luh Tyler got the sauce, he got the flavor" Bad brownskin - who look like Jayda Wayda Gang, I'll send you to your maker, ayy, yeah, ayy They like, "-, Tyler got the sauce, that n- got the flavor" Need a bad brownskin - who look like Jayda Wayda Slide up on ya - real smooth, -, I'm a player Wake up every day, I hit my knees, and then I say a prayer They like, "-, Tyler snappin' on the beat, that boy a gator" Man, I'm steady gettin' to that cheese, ain't worried 'bout a hater He came through dummin' in a truck you probably thought that boy was Mator I'm busy gettin' to 'em bucks, I told the -, "I'll see you later" I'm busy runnin' up that check, I told my -, "I ain't got no time" I know some apes up in the jungle, - swangin' through the vines Stevie Wonder dark shades on like a - blind - Tryna get that cake, -, steady on the grind Do it just like Timmy Turner, poof a - like it's magic -, I'm tryna get that money, run it up and then I bag it They like, "Tyler ballin' like he playin' for the Mavericks" - Tryna run it up so we can ball and live lavish -, I'm tryna run it up so we can ball and live great I ain't worried 'bout a - or a -, I'm out the way I'll never chase a -, the only thing I'll chase is cake They like, "Tyler out this world, I think that boy from outta space" The way I'm gettin' to these blues, you think a - Papa Smurf They like, "-, Luh Tyler, you be goin' crazy every verse" This lil' - she think I want her, but I don't, I'm just a flirt "Luh Tyler, geekin' in the booth y'all probably think that boy a nerd" I'm tryna run my check up, could give a f- about the fame In a backseat of the coupe, -, kissin' Mary Jane - Dead be crashin' out, spend all their money on a chain Coach had me on the bench, I told him, "Put me in the game" 60 dollars for a eighth that - taxin' like a cab - Feel like Rick and Morty cookin' up, I'm in the lab I been runnin' numbers up, but I don't even f- with math And a - cup dirty like it need to take a bath They like, "-, Tyler got the sauce, that n- got the flavor" Need a bad brownskin - who look like Jayda Wayda Slide up on ya - real smooth, -, I'm a player Wake up every day, I hit my knees, and then I say a prayer, yeah
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