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出演艺人
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
表演者
作曲和作词
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
作曲
Rasmus Cantoreggi
Rasmus Cantoreggi
作曲
Marcus Andersson
Marcus Andersson
作曲
制作和工程
Canto
Canto
制作人
Iain Findlay
Iain Findlay
录音工程师
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
混音工程师
Rafael Fadul
Rafael Fadul
混音工程师

歌詞

Hundred, uh Hundred cars got the city, yeah yeah Woo, yeah yeah Hey Drop down, tomahawk tops off (yeah) Hundred cars got the city blocked off (yeah) Try and catch me slippin', but I never fall (yeah) Pocket rockets poppin', we could let 'em off, yeah (yeah) Drop down, tomahawk tops off (yeah) Hundred cars got the city blocked off (yeah) Try and catch me slippin', but I never fall (yeah) Pocket rockets, we could let 'em off, yeah (yeah) You don't want no war, boy you get destroyed Talk that shit like 50 but I hit like Floyd Niggas up in space, I just feel the void (woo) Black hoodie, grim reaper, watch me kill the noise (aye) Panic view, and that Panamera painted blue (ooh) Push the button, see the super sport and baby zoomin' (zoom) Addin' fire to fuel, man, they just live illusions They ain't get no bread, dog, they can't have no gluten Me no lack, me no cap, boy (boy) Tryna get like me and said you're back, boy Hundred of them, hunnid of them Money like MJ the way that it spin Swear that these niggas don't want me to win Feel like this season, I'm huntin' again (ow) Drop down, tomahawk tops off (yeah) Hundred cars got the city blocked off (yeah) Try and catch me slippin', but I never fall (yeah) Pocket rockets poppin', we could let 'em off (yeah) Drop down, tomahawk tops off (yeah) Hundred cars got the city blocked off (yeah) Try and catch me slippin', but I never fall (yeah) Pocket rockets, we could let 'em off, yeah (yeah, aye) I don't know what the fuck you put in this shit man I swear to God this some whole other outer space I'm high, nigga, man I'm tryna land in this motherfucker Bro, I'm high as fuck I know they call you rocket ship and all that shit, but, woo Back with that resurrect (resurrect), you niggas overslept (whoa) Way that I regulate (way), feel like I never left (you) L.A. I represent, mixin' that bag, ooh, with the medicine Baby girl don't wanna smoke Lookin' for snow, mountain like Everest Switchin' the tone, swear that they phony Post somethin' fake 'cause I never been I hear you talkin', if it's a problem Know that with me, you won't settle it Livin' the life of an icon (icon) Walk in this bitch like a giant (aye) Ball like I ain't got no time-outs (time-outs) Diggin' a hole you can't climb out (yeah) Cash, these niggas is hypebeasts, they only livin' on IG My main was never a sidepiece (no) Got her the 'Rari and Siamese (err) Hit the button, watch the dash lift (smashin') Roll me up so I don't crash this (ow) Drop down, tomahawk tops off (yeah) Hundred cars got the city blocked off (yeah) Try and catch me slippin', but I never fall (yeah) Pocket rockets poppin', we could let 'em off (yeah) Drop down, tomahawk tops off (yeah) Hundred cars got the city blocked off (yeah) Try and catch me slippin', but I never fall (yeah) Pocket rockets, we could let 'em off, yeah (yeah, aye)
Writer(s): Brian Collins, Marcus Andersson, Rasmus Cantoreggi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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