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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Melii
Melii
Stimme und Gesang
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Audrey Ducasse
Audrey Ducasse
Songwriter:in
Charles Dumazer
Charles Dumazer
Songwriter:in
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Alex Estevez
Alex Estevez
Ingenieur:in
Steven Xia
Steven Xia
Ingenieur:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mischtechniker:in
C-Sick
C-Sick
Produzent:in
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Letras

[Intro]
Uh
C-Sick, C-Sick, C-Sick
[Verse 1]
Shawty was frontin', now she throw that pussy at me
Throwin' that pussy
Told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy
She got hype
****, you don't want these problems, Lil' Scrappy
You don't want problems
If you talk, when you see me Just don't dap me, for real
[Verse 2]
Back on my savage shit, got that pussy off accident
Yeah
Fuckin' this ratchet bitch, stay on her knee like Kaepernick
Yeah
I just been havin' it, lovin' this money, I'm passionate
Yeah
Once I fuck like Meechie, ho, give you my to kiss, pause
**** said he hit my ho
So what? ****, I hit that too
Yeah
She said she don't swallow, grow up, this the shit grown-ups do
Uh
I'ma put a check on your bitch ass, homie gon' spin back through
Yeah
Catch you on the block while you slippin' with the gang
Turn your whole shit Piru
Ooh
Get some pussy on a plane, this the type shit that I do
On a plane, I do
Who your WCW? They the type of hoes I screw
Who that? I screw
They the type of hoes I got New Hermés flip-flops
I got, sheesh
If ain't got no time for the ho, and I really like her, she'll get a wrist watch
Gang
[Chorus]
Do a split on the dick
Do a split
If you really with the shits, lil' bitch
Lil' bitch
She ask her friends, "Should I let him hit?"
What? What they say?
She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it
Gettin' it, whoa
New foreign, whippin it
Skrrt
Blue face, crippin' it
Crippin' it
I go all day, count them Benjamins
Benjis
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis
Yeah, uh
[Verse 3]
¿Quién es la mami que manda?
No tienes mula so yo te di banda'
'Tamos fuma'o de la ganja
Pila de tigueres, rabia con alma
I let them eat up the nana, dip on a **** like, "See you Mañana"
Baddest lil' bitch in my genre
I got your baby dad fuckin' up commas
Icy, icy, icy, drip all on me, watch me when I move
When I move
If you like 'em freaky, baby, she could come here, too
For real?
You could eat this pussy while I watch her fuckin' you
Watchin?
Call that ho a Uber when we done, it's up to you
Oh, yeah
Who your MCM? Bitch, I make him swipe
I won't mention these hoes, I might give them life
I just want the head, you can't spend the night
Oh my god
Kissin' him sloppy, callin' him papi, that shit get him hype
Que perro
[Chorus]
Do a split on the dick
Do a split
If you really with the shits, lil' bitch
Lil' bitch
She ask her friends, "Should I let him hit?"
What? What they say?
She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it
Gettin' it, whoa
New foreign, whippin it
Skrrt
Blue face, crippin' it
Crippin' it
I go all day, count them Benjamins
Benjis
I'm rich, really is
Really
You sick, syphilis
Yeah, uh
Written by: Audrey Ducasse, Charles Dumazer, Robert Williams
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