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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guapdad 4000
Guapdad 4000
Performer
!llmind
!llmind
Performer
Tish Hyman
Tish Hyman
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Spencer Stewart
Spencer Stewart
Songwriter
Akeem Hayes
Akeem Hayes
Songwriter
Eelke Kalberg
Eelke Kalberg
Songwriter
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Songwriter
Sebastiaan Molijn
Sebastiaan Molijn
Songwriter
William L. Roberts II
William L. Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
!llmind
!llmind
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Spencer Stewart
Spencer Stewart
Producer
James Delgado
James Delgado
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Do you think you're better off alone? Do you think you're better off alone? Big bust down, Hellcat did the race Big mask on, no face, no case Big black truck, back to back from the bank Backed off facts, next raise in the safe Drivin' hella slow, you don't race no Wraith Diamonds like a king, to my whip I'm a slave Diamonds on my queen, to this dick she a slave Let's count it up, see what we made How many times did you call me? I told you I'm droppin' it off How many times I said fuck you? We hungry, I'm breakin' the law How many drugs did you do 'fore you realized you numbin' your flaws? How many bottles you bought 'fore you realized you lost in the saucе Big double X, do it bigger in the doublе X I'm in the sky, that's a Hubble flex Tryna plot with the team, like a huddle neck Hoppin' out with the beam, space shuttle tech You don't double check, we just double checks Doin' double days, gettin' double neck Money turn me on, it's a fuckin' check, it's a fuckin' check Big bust down, Hellcat did the race Big mask on, no face, no case (yeah) Big black truck, back to back from the bank (back to back) Backed off facts, next raise in the safe (next raise in the safe) Drivin' hella slow, you don't race no Wraith (yeah) Diamonds like a king, to my whip I'm a slave (I'm a slave) Diamonds on my queen, to this dick she a slave (she a slave) Let's count it up, see what we made (yeah) How many times did you call me? I told you I'm droppin' it off How many times I said fuck you? We hungry, I'm breakin' the law How many drugs did you do 'fore you realized you numbin' your flaws? How many bottles you bought 'fore you realized you lost in the sauce? I get you lit when I need to, there's other bad bitches in my face But I need you, I always lose count And I just turn it see through, but nothin' else matters If I add it, I don't complete you Big bust down, Hellcat did the race (race) Big mask on, no face, no case (yeah) Big black truck, back to back from the bank (back) Backed off facts, next raise in the safe (in the safe) Drivin' hella slow, you don't race no Wraith (yeah) Diamonds like a king, to my whip I'm a slave (I'm a slave) Diamonds on my queen, to this dick she a slave (she a slave) Let's count it up, see what we made How many times did you call me? I told you I'm droppin' it off How many times I said fuck you? We hungry, I'm breakin' the law How many drugs did you do 'fore you realized you numbin' your flaws? How many black bottles you bought 'Fore you realized you lost in the sauce? How many, how many? Yeah How many, how many? Yeah How many, how many, how many, how many? How many, how many? Yeah How many, how many, how many, how many? Yeah How many, how many? (How?) How many, how many, how many, how many? (I lost count, I lost count) How many, how many? Do you think you're better off alone? Do you think you're better off alone?
Writer(s): Ramon Jr. Ibanga, Eelke A. Kalberg, Sebastiaan Molijn, Akeem Douglas Hayes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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