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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Game
The Game
Stimme und Gesang
Big Sean
Big Sean
Stimme und Gesang
D'Angelo
D'Angelo
Sampling-Künstler:in
Fabolous
Fabolous
Stimme und Gesang
Jeremih
Jeremih
Stimme und Gesang
K. Roosevelt
K. Roosevelt
Begleitgesang
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Songwriter:in
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter:in
Raphael Saadiq
Raphael Saadiq
Songwriter:in
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Songwriter:in
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter:in
John David Jackson
John David Jackson
Songwriter:in
Kevin Moore
Kevin Moore
Songwriter:in
Michael Archer
Michael Archer
Songwriter:in
Sean Michael Anderson
Sean Michael Anderson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
Produzent:in
Anna Ugarte
Anna Ugarte
Ingenieurassistent:in
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Geoff Gibbs
Geoff Gibbs
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Ruben Rivera
Ruben Rivera
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mischtechniker:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
You know I love you like cooked food, I'm a good dude
Let's hit the Roscoe's on Pico, I'm in a hood mood
I'm sitting here thinking 'bout all the things I could do
So what you should do is play your position
For Berkin bags, we popping tags, her shoe game sick
We drinking Ace out of red bottles, true gang shit
Fuck with me and you're famous, Kanye'd my bitch
Now she's away from the nameless camera flashes from strangers
Turn a Range to a manger, Jesus piece on the plate
Yeah my baby an angel, fell straight up out of heaven
Into what we into, who knew we'd grew into, whatever we into
That's too much for your mental so we snapback that
Game on point like the stripes on my Gucc backpack
My ladybug, yeah she cool like that
In them Trues, why you move like that?
[Verse 2]
You know my lady always on
She know I need it so
She know she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all that
My lady got me going
I'm where she already knows
She knows she can get
All that, all that, all that
[Verse 3]
You my lady, and that pussy feel like a haven
We can make babies, let's be creative
She say leave them tricks alone but I'm a skater
I love her like her daddy, told her no man would
I got a lot of bad bitches, she the only one good
I get her flowers for nothing, she smiling and blushing
If I don't answer my phone, then we probably fucking
Yeah, she love my tattoos
Ain't got no room for her name but I'ma make room
She let her hair down, we have a stare down
She said I'm glad you ate it, where my cap and gown
Told her I can be your chauffeur, dick like a limo
Multiple orgasms, that's my MO
Redbone pretty, I kiss her from her titty to her clitty
Tunechi
[Verse 4]
You know my lady always on
She know I need it so
She know she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all that
My lady got me going
I'm where she already knows
She knows she can get
All that, all that, all that
[Verse 5]
Look my girls' suite like my hotel floor
From where they ran through more keys than a hotel door
Indeed, give her the D now the whole hotel know
Feel like I'm looking down from heaven screaming, oh hell no
When you hop on top girl that's what it feel like
She always had a player back like them field lights
And every time I left it ain't feel right
Cheated on her and she stayed, that's just real life
'Cause it's hard when you ain't on the same coast
Burning bread in the club so all these girls want toast
Hoes try and wave but we ain't on the same boat
They tryna sink everything that we made float
She told me 'bout her ex man, her old boy stories
And how she had a dildo, you know, toy stories
Don't fuck her on her period, ain't into horror stories
I take her to my favorite restaurant, she order for me
'Cause she know me
[Verse 6]
You know my lady always on
She know I need it so
She know she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all that
My lady got me going
I'm where she already knows
She knows she can get
All that, all that, all that
All that, all that, all that
[Verse 7]
I'm feeling your style, I'm loving your swag
I like how your jeans fit, you're killing that bag
You working them heels, your diamonds are real
You give me the chills, girl, you all that
Written by: A. Lyon, D. Carter, J. Jackson, J. Taylor, John David Jackson, K. R. Moore, M. Archer, Marcello Valenzano, Raphael Saadiq, S. Anderson, Sean Michael Anderson
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