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PERFORMING ARTISTS
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Vocals
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
DJ Marshman
DJ Marshman
Programming
Noiz
Noiz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Lavender
Leonard Lavender
Songwriter
Marcion Gill
Marcion Gill
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
Sebastian Alexander Karas
Sebastian Alexander Karas
Songwriter
Alejandro Carranza
Alejandro Carranza
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Tez Lamont
Tez Lamont
Mixing Engineer
DJ Marshman
DJ Marshman
Producer
Soulis
Soulis
Producer
Noiz
Noiz
Producer
Christian "CQ" Quinonez
Christian "CQ" Quinonez
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Your bitch told me that I'm the hardest (I'm the hardest, nigga, ayy, ayy) Bitch told me that I'm the hardest (I'm the hardest) 1K long sleeve tee, Chrome-Hearted (Chrome-Hearted) Finna paint her face like a nigga is a artist Front flip in the pussy like a nigga Jeff Hardy What, you think a nigga broke? We ain't sippin' no Bacardi What, you think a nigga lackin'? We got pistols in the party 11K, what I pay just to bust down the Carti's All the hoes call me Daddy like an episode of Martin I want all the smoke like a nigga Bob Marley She gon' hop up on the dick, and then she ride it like a Harley I be with gorillas like I live in a Safari I don't play no games, what I look like, I'm Atari? Do I look like a Nintendo? Nigga, keep extendos Hoppin' out of busses, we ain't shooting out no windows Drop it down and bust it, baby, pop it like a pimple Pull it out and bust it and I put it on her dimples Ayy, pretty-faced bitch, let a street nigga bust I wanna hit it from the back, pull the tracks, gettin' rough on it Fuck her more than once, but a nigga never cuff And her head so good that a nigga put the buffs on it, ayy Bitch told me that I'm the hardest (I'm the hardest) 1K long sleeve tee, Chrome-Hearted (Chrome-Hearted) Finna paint her face like a nigga is a artist Front flip in the pussy like a nigga Jeff Hardy What, you think a nigga broke? We ain't sippin' no Bacardi What, you think a nigga lackin'? We got pistols in the party 11K, what I pay just to bust down the Carti's All the hoes call me Daddy like an episode of Martin Two fingers in the air like a nigga Jeff Hardy (hah, hah) Shootin' up shots, had to clear out the party (bah) Ahead of my class, I ain't never been tardy (nope) Autograph the pussy and it's not with a sharpie (nope) Nigga, I'm a shark out the water and I'm hunting (bah) I been fucking hoes way back since Top-Ramen Lil' bitch, she ain't nothing She a runner, I don't want it I'ma slide on her friend in the black six-hundred I'ma fuck, then I'm busting and back to the money I need my respect and my jet on the runway Bitch, run me my flowers and pay me in hundreds House always sunny, she suck me like slushie (bitch) Bitch, I'm coming, don't gag, nose runnin' (runnin') Top floor suite, tell 'em, "Meet me at the London" (London) Broke as a joke and you niggas so funny (funny) Me and OhGeesy make it rain 'til it thunder (bitch) Bitch told me that I'm the hardest (I'm the hardest) 1K long sleeve tee, Chrome-Hearted (Chrome-Hearted) Finna paint her face like a nigga is a artist Front flip in the pussy like a nigga Jeff Hardy What, you think a nigga broke? We ain't sippin' no Bacardi What, you think a nigga lackin'? We got pistols in the party 11K, what I pay just to bust down the Carti's All the hoes call me Daddy like an episode of Martin
Writer(s): Alejandro Carranza, Michael Ray Nguyen Stevenson, Leo Lavender, Sebastian Karas, Marcion Gill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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