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Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mustard
Mustard
Künstler:in
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Komponist:in
Mikely Adam
Mikely Adam
Komponist:in
Tyrone Griffin
Tyrone Griffin
Komponist:in
Sudan Williams
Sudan Williams
Komponist:in
Frank Stanley Naborne III
Frank Stanley Naborne III
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mustard
Mustard
Produzent:in
Andrew Drucker
Andrew Drucker
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
James Royo
James Royo
Mischtechniker:in
Francisco Ramirez
Francisco Ramirez
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Mikely Adam
Mikely Adam
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Your crease is what I'm feelin'
And your style is what I'm diggin'
Girl, let's get personal and you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
And you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
[Verse 2]
I'm ridding slow like an old ****
All gold like a dope dealer
I'm throwin' cash like I go with her
Hold your head high, oh no, ****
Get cash like the old folks
Dodge potholes when you on spokes
Hold the forty five, smokin' on dope
All white chevy, what he on? coke
Streets talk and they call it word of mouth
Whole hood know what you murdered by
Strip club poppin' but it ain't safe
**** tell and coming home in the same day
[Verse 3]
Your crease is what I'm feelin'
And your style is what I'm diggin'
Girl, let's get personal and you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
And you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
[Verse 4]
Come kick it with a ****
Who?
Fly more than I drive, get it from the supplier
If I want it, I buy it, that pussy fire, she stay the night
She ain't even like smoke
Now she rolling up her own joints
Or packin' a G pen, lil' Bombay make the room start spinnin
Even though a lot **** probably ain't here
I'ma put you on somethin', you ain't heard it like this before
I'ma do it how you want it
Let me see you jump on it, act like you rode a dick before
[Verse 5]
Your crease is what I'm feelin'
And your style is what i'm diggin'
Girl, let's get personal and you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
And you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
[Verse 6]
Ain't no I in no team
And no team in no I's
Ain't no reason to be acting shady
No lie, no lie, I'm at your side
No lie, no lie, give it up to my real ****
[Verse 7]
Your crease is what I'm feelin'
And your style is what I'm diggin'
Girl, let's get personal and you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
And you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
Written by: Dijon McFarlane, Frank Stanley Naborne III, Mikely Adam, Sudan Williams, Tyrone Griffin
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