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出演艺人
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
演唱
作曲和作词
Quantavious T. Thomas
Quantavious T. Thomas
作词
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
作曲
制作和工程
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
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Joe Laporta
Joe Laporta
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Coupe
Coupe
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Hahaha Shit Yeah, damn (Coupe) This motherfucker hittin' Bitch got me high Yeah, yeah I got GI Joes, big gun, bitch, and we burnin' shit, bitch C4, and I'm big dawg, BEO, play with me, we cut your throat Yeah, believe in a Perc', smokin' a nigga, like Purple Star frames on my face, I can't see shit, like I'm Urkel Trappin' was never my thing, nigga, I could not be no worker Cockin' and let it bang, take some shit from all they workers That nigga ain't my main, I can see how that bitch work 'em Had to up my aim and I had to up my name (okay) Y'all niggas had big dogs, ain't nobody was frontin' 'em Everybody sellin' drugs in my hood, nigga's were runnin' and scared of me Niggas know what's up with all the shooters And robbers, yeah, they all follow me Takin' shit was never a problem Take down, big fish shit, like Willie B Bentley truck, why'd you a goldfish to me? Have you ever robbed a robber, pussy? Have you ever killed a killer, bully? 44 bulldog, wish it was fully (on God, nigga) All of my life revolve with guns You ain't got no gun, then run My clip' gon' shoot, moments on I got GI Joes, big gun, bitch, and we burnin' shit, bitch C4, and I'm big dawg, BEO, play with me, we cut your throat Yeah, believe in a Perc', smokin' a nigga, like Purple Star frames on my face, I can't see shit, like I'm Urkel Trappin' was never my thing, nigga, I could not be no worker Cockin' and let it bang, take some shit from all they workers That nigga ain't my main, I can see how that bitch work 'em Had to up my aim and I had to up my name Bitch, you know I'm the dangerous one (for real) They hate, 'cause I'm the famous one Nah, for real, lil' nigga, my life real like rich shooter I'm the one that sends the shooters My shooter don't call my Call of Duty Baptise a nigga just for a hundred Whole lot of money, hallelujah I might spin that bitch with my partner Double-back, we alley-oop him (had to dunk 'em) Yeah, back in, back in, back on stage Walk in the club And get a fifty-ball and I ain't have to rap a thing Damn, I came a long way from rappin', nigga, just like I'm Wayne Pluck me a chicken head nigga (on God) If you switch on me, you stuck on the other side, you can die (on God) Got no remorse for my enemy, most of them niggas fried (on God) I'm the type of nigga that a pussy nigga cannot try (never) Get your name and roll it up in paper, call you that new Za And your folks gon' back door for that paper, boy, this shit get fire I'm droppin' real racks over here, nigga I got GI Joes, big gun, bitch, and we burnin' shit, bitch C4, and I'm big dawg, BEO, play with me, we cut your throat Yeah, believe in a Perc', smokin' a nigga, like Purple Star frames on my face, I can't see shit, like I'm Urkel Trappin' was never my thing, nigga, I could not be no worker Cockin' and let it bang, take some shit from all they workers That nigga ain't my main, I can see how that bitch work 'em Had to up my aim and I had to up my name (okay)
Writer(s): Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Edward Maclin Cooper Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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