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DABABY - GRAMMY PARTY (OFFICIAL VIDEO)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Songwriter
Benjamin Falik
Benjamin Falik
Songwriter
Josh Goldenberg
Josh Goldenberg
Songwriter
Edgar Ferrara
Edgar Ferrara
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JULiA LEWiS
JULiA LEWiS
Producer
Thank You Fizzle
Thank You Fizzle
Producer
SkipOnDaBeat
SkipOnDaBeat
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Liz Robson
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I've seen baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick (yeah) Let's go, nigga Huh (Bang baby, that's my baby) I've seen baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya hit And I can't tell her everythin' about me, I'm a pimp Yeah, I step on business, she gonna respect my pimpin' (yeah) You know I don't care about feelings (yeah), you know I care about millions (let's go) You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all niggas (I tell 'em) I tell them, new niggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all niggas, yeah Pull up and hop out that thin' on 'em, cars to the side Hoggin' the lane on 'em, look how I drive I'm in the paint on 'em, lil nigga small I'm havin' weight on 'em, get up and ball Ain't finna wait on these bands a dog She let me spank on 'em I ain't finna waste time with none of you niggas I crank up that Rolls-Royce and go to the bank on 'em Come get my key, I'm at the back with it I'm on tequila, don't the name of it Got drunk as fuck, I had a hangover 'Bout to go buy my BM the new Range Rover These niggas weak, I'm in the way on 'em Ain't in the streets, ain't got no stain on 'em I ain't gon' never believe that she love me 'Til she go tattoo my mufuckin' name on her Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm in the cage on 'em I set it off, ain't finna play on 'em We let it out, fuck her, and lay on her She wanna go one more time, I'm okay with it These niggas carry they gun every now and then I am not one of them, I am gon' stay with it These niggas touch me, I bet you that magazine Inside the church I've one of they face on it Bitch, I'ma dog I've seen baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya hit And I can't tell her everythin' about me, I'm a pimp Yeah, I step on business (yeah), she gonna respect my pimpin' (yeah) You know I don't care about feelings (yeah), you know I care about millions (let's go) You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all niggas (no) I tell them, new niggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all niggas (oh) Yeah Bitch Yeah Let's go!
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Joshua David Goldenberg, Edgar Ferrara, Benjamin Falk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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