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Young Thug & Meek Mill - That Go! (Lyrics) Feat. T-Shyne
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出演艺人
Young Thug
Young Thug
演唱
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
演唱
T-Shyne
T-Shyne
演唱
作曲和作词
Camren Martin
Camren Martin
词曲作者
Nikolas Papamitrou
Nikolas Papamitrou
词曲作者
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
词曲作者
Tafa Peters
Tafa Peters
词曲作者
制作和工程
Jonathan Bailey
Jonathan Bailey
助理工程师
Joe Laporta
Joe Laporta
母带工程师
Nick Papz
Nick Papz
制作人
Yung Talent
Yung Talent
制作人
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
混音工程师
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
助理混音工程师
Slice
Slice
录音工程师
Travis ViKo Blake
Travis ViKo Blake
录音工程师
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
录音工程师
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
录音工程师
aBainz
aBainz
录音工程师

歌词

Ayy, Yung, boy, he got that talent Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap Yeah, this 20 a pill Ran up a check, get this Patek baguette, he made 20 more mill' Drop on the opp and then jump on the chopper and go to the Hills My youngin' go Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill Yeah, shitted on a nigga, did it on purpose I tell my other bitch, "Go with my other bitch" Just to get my other bitch a new Birkin Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect Fuck in the back of the 'Bach with the curtains Fuck from the back and this bitch started squirtin' No, you didn't get this shit on my Persian Ooh, go get this bitch some new purses, cool I swipe my card, don't feel it She had a lame, she healin' Now she on a plane, she chillin' And she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it? I know that nigga wanna kill her 'Cause she in a villa, going HAM with Tequila Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah Woah, this that go shit (yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (and Trojans) It's like 500 bitches at the crib but we still lettin' more in (yeah, more in) Woah, this that go shit (that go shit) This that stunt on them niggas might put two watches on both wrists (let's go) My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (no motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (stolen, skrrt) Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week Chasin' the dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek (to Meek) Nigga, I'm a wolf can't hang with the sheep (can't hang with the sheep) Water on my neck, bought my chain at the beach (let's go) Pull up to your block with a motherfuckin' thotty (let's go) Every nigga with me down to go and catch a body (okay) Young nigga trapping out a hotel lobby (okay) Wipe a nigga nose like that motherfucker snotty I'm in the trap with a thick bitch Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it (yeah) Most you niggas fried like a fish stick If he a snitch, can't kick it I'm with the gang and we deep Just like a dog, put a nigga to sleep Bad lil' bitch trying to see me on the sneak No TLC, but a nigga got to creep (woo) Shoot it like JJ (JJ) Spin a nigga block like a Beyblade If I hit the block that's a payday Hurricane AP, A Bay Bay (A Bay Bay) Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (slime) Can't leave the crib with no cutter Feel like Ving Rhames, it's guns and butter Woah, this that go shit (yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (and Trojans) It's like 500 bitches at the crib but we still lettin' more in (yeah, more in) Woah, this that go shit (that go shit) This that stunt on them niggas might put two watches on both wrists (let's go) My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (no motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (stolen, skrrt) Abracadabra, my bitch way badder My wrist out the motherfuckin' batter (slatt) Fish parquet I snuck on the face Green diamonds, I fucked up my bladder (yeah) Motherfuck a trend I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (on God) Everything else you speakin' about Might get your ass whooped like a paddle (slatt) Yeah, yeah, fishscale, no scale, weigh it up (Weigh it up) I spent 20 mil' (what?) on a crib, pay it up (pay it up) In Dubai but the bitch from Israel Call my phone, you fine as hell In designer but I will kill You done speaked to informants, I can tell Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (yeah) My bitch wrist clean I flex, don't bend, I am the king (the king) Hundred bands can clean up the scene (on God) Had your wife and you thought it was a dream Nigga kicked through that door with the bling I took off in a foreign machine (sex) Woah, this that go shit (yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (yeah) It's like 500 bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in Woah, this that go shit (that go shit) This that stunt on them niggas might put two watches on both wrists (let's go) My trap boomin' these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (skrrt) Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business (big business) Pull up to the club with a pole on me Niggas thinkin' I'd been fishin' (been fishin') Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass bitches like, "Hoe, I'm big pimpin" (big pimpin')
Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, Nikolas J Papamitrou, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Camren Martin, Tafa Peters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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