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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl on the Beat
Earl on the Beat
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Julian Gramma
Julian Gramma
Songwriter
Jgramm
Jgramm
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Earl on the Beat
Earl on the Beat
Producer
Jgramm
Jgramm
Producer
Derek "Dyryk" Garcia
Derek "Dyryk" Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Anna Lozada
Anna Lozada
Additional Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Earl on the beat) (J Gramm on the beat) England on her feet Eighty for a piece Take her to the beach Got her from a mark nigga, now, she was with a Z Now, she wanna talk different, slang in her speech Now, I know our love better Make me wanna preach Shot a nigga and then went to mama house, let me get some bleach Like lights on how you glee, I Barbie Doll your Jeep She sassy, but she's sweet She classy, and she's street You the one I wanna keep KTB, I'ma keep that baby, but she ain't my niece I don't wanna mess this up, so I'm followin' your lead Keep her happy, keep her laughin' 'cause I love to see her teeth My only job is to make you smile so hard 'til I rip your cheeks Got a big ol' rock, heart shape solitary pink Always kept it in a safe in case one day I find my queen And you the one I wanna see put on this ring I hope you don't mind, but I ain't getting on my knees I'm thankin' God I ain't met you when I was wild and I was childish I guess this perfect timin' Perfect timin' for us to be together I cleaned up and got sober, now I'm thinking better You right on time, I'ma take this as a sign Put your dreams with mine so our hearts can intertwine Red wine, baby, let me ease your mind I kiss you from behind, lick you all the way down your spine You right on time, I'ma take this as a sign Put your dreams with mine, so our hearts can intertwine Red wine, baby, let me ease your mind I kiss you from behind, lick you all the way down your spine Ginseng, girl, I love you feng shui I want you to be bae, I think about you every day Ain't gon' play about you, girl, you with the game That's why every Halloween is our anniversary Fuck a look, baby, rap with me Don't run, baby, flock with me Don't run, baby, flock with me Fuck a look, baby, rap with me For every Halloween is our anniversary
Writer(s): Julian Gramma, Bill Kapri, Isaac Bynum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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