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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
KYLE
Stimme und Gesang
JoogFTR
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Damaria K. Walker
Songwriter:in
Kyle Harvey
Songwriter:in
Terrence Hackett
Songwriter:in
Todd Anthony Shaw
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
JoogFTR
Produzent:in
JoogSzn
Produzent:in
Letras
Yeah, we some real players, mayne
You know what I'm sayin'?
It don't matter if we famous or not
But you better hope I don't come up
'Cause I'm gonna shit on you, bitch
I got a bitch for a bitch, her name Tanya
****, what the fuck is that? I rock designer
Hey, fake-ass ****, you made in China
And please, don't touch that shit, you ain't gon' buy that
I be wakin', I be trippin', dirty hoes doin' my dishes, shoot
I don't bang, I let the hunnids do the trickin'
Percolatin', bitch, the Perc' got me itchin'
Only took a gram but this shit got me trippin'
Keep it kosher, this the Glock or the poker?
Put the plug on hold and pull a Glock out this holster
Sharp shooters knock a chip off your shoulder
I been fuckin' on your mom, that pussy good 'cause she older
Yeah, look, see you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone
See you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone
In the hills with her, you gon' have to deal with it
In the hills with her, you gon' have to deal with it
In the hills with her, you gon' have to deal with it
Hit your bitch at 3 a.m. and, ****, she still with it
****, yeah, she slid with it
'Cause she heard I had a million-dollar crib with it
Sent her ugly friend home and I still hit it
She was hella cool, she was hella chill with it
Yeah, she said, "I ain't your average fellow"
Got to stick like Donatello, on my way to bust a fellow
In your section with the Henny bottle ransom
And my only competition is my grandmama's grandson
See you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone
See you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone
In the hills with her, you gon' have to deal with it
In the hills with her, you gon' have to deal with it
In the hills with her, you gon' have to deal with it
Hit your bitch at 3 a.m. and, ****, she still with it
Do a whole lotta fuckin' for a little bit of change
If you do what I say and listen to the game
You could ride like this all day
And when I'm all in your face, you could still get a taste
Let these motherfuckers know who you fuck with
Wipe it up and swallow that nut, bitch
If you my chick, you gotta suck dick
And miss me with that kissin', all that love shit
I'm just tryna have a little fun quick
You countin' up the money, what you come with?
Bring it to the table, you could eat some
If you a broke bitch, you can't get nothin', bitch
See you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone
See you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone
In the hills with her, you gon' have to deal with it
In the hills with her, you gon' have to deal with it
In the hills with her, you gon' have to deal with it
Hit your bitch at 3 a.m. and, ****, she still with it
(Holler at your boy)
Written by: Damaria K. Walker, Kyle Harvey, Terrence Hackett, Todd Anthony Shaw