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SAINt JHN - "Trophies" (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SAINt JHN
SAINt JHN
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Wesley Pentz
Thomas Wesley Pentz
Songwriter
Carlos St. John
Carlos St. John
Songwriter
Henry Agincourt Allen
Henry Agincourt Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Diplo
Diplo
Producer
Roark Bailey
Roark Bailey
Mixing Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
King Henry
King Henry
Producer

Lyrics

This one here for baby, this is for the Juice Crew This is for them bitches that thought I had a loose screw Motherfuck them haters, ain't tryna keep it neutral Standin' at a bulletproof glass, had to shoot through Hopin' that they shoot through Don't make me put my hands on niggas, keep it Bluetooth This is what you're used to, this life I ain't new to I ain't tryna keep it neutral And I fuck it all up, and I fucked it all up And I fuck it all up, and I fucked it all up And we all want trophies, she want a nigga next to her Pull up when he flex to her even though she lonely She look pretty (I swear) She's too pretty (I swear) Trophies, she have you waitin' there on both knees She want a nigga that'll make her really feel pretty And she don't feel pretty Don't feel pretty This one here for Ashley, and this is just the truth-truth Always datin' losers, losin' never suits you Stackin' up the paper, savin' up the susu Mama, please forgive me, this life will pollute you, yeah Girl, I know, all on the rebound Great deep throat, a shallow bitch deep down Pissin' on the tape but never put the seat down And I never fuck it up, but And I fuck it all up, and I fucked it all up And I fuck it all up, and I fucked it all up And we all want trophies, she want a nigga next to her Pull up when he flex to her even though she lonely She look pretty She's too pretty Trophies, she have you waitin' there on both knees She want a nigga that'll make her really feel pretty And she don't feel pretty Don't feel pretty Girl, I know, all on the rebound Tell her go slow, fell in love in the speed round Good soul that's a tragedy deep down Club closed, but she doesn't want sleep now And we all forget our bonds Hard to tell when we're both this young Silk or leather, we're both pullin' stones Inhale 'til we're both numb And we all want trophies, she want a nigga next to her Pull up when he flex to her even though she lonely She look pretty She's too pretty Trophies, she have you waitin' there on both knees She want a nigga that'll make her really feel pretty And she don't feel pretty Don't feel pretty
Writer(s): Carlos St. John, Henry Allen, Diplo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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