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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Vocals
Swae Lee
Swae Lee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Songwriter
Ibn Shaman
Ibn Shaman
Songwriter
Edis Selmani
Edis Selmani
Songwriter
Matteo D'Antonio
Matteo D'Antonio
Songwriter
Tashim Zene Jr
Tashim Zene Jr
Songwriter
Adam Janecek
Adam Janecek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Dza
Yung Dza
Producer
Teo Domani
Teo Domani
Producer
IamTash
IamTash
Producer
DaySix
DaySix
Producer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Non Native
Non Native
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la (yeah), la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la (ayy), la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la (yo), la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la Rainbow six (skrrr-skrrr) Whips got handlin' (skrrr) Plastic grip (grrr-baow) You can never have my bitch, nah Lanvin on my kicks, uh Diamonds dance all the pics Cross me once, I never see her again I never see her again, damn Could it be, could it be, could it be I never change? Wanted me, wanted me, wanted me on everything Ran it up, now I'm gettin' checks out the industry (uh) Bad bitch tryna see if we got chemistry (yeah, uh) Get you a check, they can't stand it (uh) Get you a bag, they can't stand it (uh) I'm so out of this world, nigga, we came in crash-landin' (skrrr) Louis on the back and I'm hot like fire, niggas ain't postin' a threat (uh) I don't wanna go like dress (nah), I kick shit like Messi (look, look) When you think of Fivi, think of the deli When you think of Fivi, think of some wetties You got a number, then give me the celly Ain't watchin' phone calls, I'ma call when I'm ready (uh, yeah) They like, "Fivi, why you dressed like that?" 'Cause I go viral just like that And the car go fast when I press that gas The police, they can't catch my ass Rainbow six (skrrr-skrrr) Whips got handlin' (skrrr) Plastic grip (grrr-baow) You can never have my bitch, nah Lanvin on my kicks, uh Diamonds dance all the pics Cross me once, I never see her again I never see her again, damn Could it be, could it be, could it be I never change? Wanted me, wanted me, wanted me on everything Ran it up, now I'm gettin' checks out the industry Bad bitch tryna see if we got chemistry Yeah, look, I give her the number, she placin' the call Only leave her when I'm goin' on tour She Chanelly all the way to the floor Shawty love me when I'm breakin' her off I'ma demon, I ain't takin' this off If I'm playin', I'm playin' to score You do me dirty, we ain't linkin' no more What the fuck you think you takin' me for? I tell my killers to chill, I share my bitches to real All of my niggas got skill I tell her, "Pull up," and she comin' I fuck her so good, she be thinkin' I'm hittin' a pill We go to the moon and I give her a mill' If you don't really fuck with me, keep it a bill They ain't do me no favour, so I'm skirtin' off on these niggas as soon as they give me the wheel Rainbow six (skrrr-skrrr) Whips got handlin' (skrrr) Plastic grip (grrr-baow) You can never have my bitch, nah Lanvin on my kicks, uh Diamonds dance all the pics Cross me once, I never see her again I never see her again, damn Could it be, could it be, could it be I never change? Wanted me, wanted me, wanted me on everything Ran it up, now I'm gettin' checks out the industry Bad bitch tryna see if we got chemistry La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Writer(s): Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Tashim Zene, Edis Selmani, Maxie Lee Iii Ryles, Adam Janecek, Matteo D'antonio Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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