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Kent Jones
Kent Jones
Stimme und Gesang
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Stimme und Gesang
Lil Dicky
Lil Dicky
Stimme und Gesang
E-40
E-40
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kent Jones
Kent Jones
Komponist:in
David Burd
David Burd
Texte
Earl Stevens
Earl Stevens
Komponist:in
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Komponist:in
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Komponist:in
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Komponist:in
Ray Fraser
Ray Fraser
Komponist:in
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Komponist:in
Ted Kay
Ted Kay
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kent Jones
Kent Jones
Produzent:in
Illa
Illa
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Get up, get up
Walked up in the building
Seen too many bitches on the wall
**** on the wall
[Verse 2]
Hey, baby, you there
Light skin, thick with the blue hair
Red 'Lenciagas, got a new pair
Every real hood bitch do hair
Hey, won't you come here?
Get down, you know how I get down
Tell your hatin' home girls, sit down
Take a seat, sit down
[Verse 3]
Oh my God, oh my God
I don't really know her, huh?
Know her, huh?
She wanna come over, huh?
Over, huh?
I'm already over her, over her
[Verse 4]
When I'm in town she make sure that she see me
You understand?
I don't know just how you **** perceive me
You understand?
Throwing stones but you just wanna be me
You understand?
Ain't them guys that you see on the TV
You understand?
[Verse 5]
Hey, baby, you there
Light skin, thick with the blue hair
Red 'Lenciagas, got a new pair
Every real hood bitch do hair
Hey, won't you come here?
Get down, you know how I get down
Tell your hatin' home girls, sit down
Take a seat, sit down
[Verse 6]
Hey, lil' mama
You know you fuckin' with a motherfuckin' superstar
You know I pick your ass up in the foreign car
And fuck you right there in it like a porn star
Yeah, yeah
Hey, why you so nasty?
She say, "Dolla, why you gotta be so nasty?"
She said, "Dolla $ign, why you always stay high"
I say, "You ain't ever lied, you ain't ever lie"
I pull up on her, I got her choosing
Her man a loser, she in a real **** presence
She want Dolla, she fuck with Dolla
She came for Dolla, pull up in that 'Rarri
She said "Hey, Dolla, Dolla, hey, Dolla, Dolla
Why you spendin' all your money on these bottles?"
Hey, Dolla, Dolla, hey, Dolla, Dolla
No more ratchets for me, only models
[Verse 7]
Hey, baby, you there
Light skin, thick with the blue hair
Red 'Lenciagas, got a new pair
Every real hood bitch do hair
Hey, won't you come here?
Get down, you know how I get down
Tell your hatin' home girls, sit down
Take a seat, sit down
[Verse 8]
Off top I was getting ready
White boy like my mom Betty
I'm too nice for this game, ese
I walked in, there was confetti
Girls took to me already
Lil' ho with them dreads
Wanna go make whoopie, go ball, Eddie
Heartbreaker, y'all all Petty
These bitches wanna get it of the strength
Pay a ton, I'm jamming like I'm Kemp
Y'all all a bunch of fucking Detlef Schrempf's
Showstopper, got flow poppin'
These hoes knockin' down doors
Jockin' my stones, moccasin flows
Stay on your toes, I'm better than better
I'll get it on top like a header, that's word
Little mama lookin' at me, nine o'clock
And from the look of it that bitch need a vagina mop
And you mistook if you think that we gon' designer shop
I'ma pull up like a bull up in the china shop
Break you down
Chicken parmesan, how you want it? I'm cookin'
I got a nose for these hoes, I'm the Piglet of pussy
I gotta know if you pro, going down on my tooshie
'Cause if you are, then you're probably too aggressive for Dicky
[Verse 9]
When I was a teen I scored a half a meal ticket
My team moved mean and they'll smoke you like a brisket
Raised in the slums, in the sewer, in the gutter
Where shit ain't sweet like unsalted butter
Make more paper than your daddy and your mother
Pulled up European, started with a fixer-upper
Throwing up signs like a third base coach
Baby she a dime, got a rump like a roast
[Verse 10]
Hey, baby, you there
Light skin, thick with the blue hair
Red 'Lenciagas, got a new pair
Every real hood bitch do hair
Hey, won't you come here?
Get down, you know how I get down
Tell your hatin' home girls, sit down
Take a seat, sit down
[Verse 11]
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Written by: Andre Lyon, DJ Khaled, Daryl Kent Jones, David Burd, Earl Stevens, Marcello Valenzano, Ray Fraser, Ted Kay, Tyrone Griffin Jr
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