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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Smoove'L
Rap
Toosii
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Emile Holemans
Komponist:in
Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr.
Komponist:in
RICK LAPPLE
Komponist:in
Naujour Grainger
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Arkay
Produzent:in
Xcessive
Produzent:in
Andrew Grossman
Mischtechniker:in
Jacq V
Mischtechniker:in
Mike Tucci
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
Her kitty, she stingy with it, she don't give it up
And she only do them bosses in them Benzy trucks
Whoa, she like the red in my interior
And I don't like boring, better lick it up
She don't wanna lay on her back
She like that rough, mmm, pull on her tracks
And all that freaky-deeky shit, she into that
Get that Henny in our system and then we interact
[Verse 2]
Yeah, have you ever got your legs lift up?
Have you ever got yo' body picked up?
I give her back shots and then I kiss her
Before you post yo' ass you better thank me, you got thicker
Baby, let me take you to New Apollo's
[Verse 3]
Yeah, this that four boy shit, this that four boy shit
And let me show you my Monte Carlos
Yeah, this that four boy shit, this that four boy shit
I put the R in a real ****
P, pockets getting bigger
Come from the streets, cherish my jewelry
I was just playing with glitter
She never came and I told her that you need a real ****
Who gon' put it in you, keep it confidential
Fucking more than one time, fucking more than twice
Fucking more than three rounds, we can go all night
Baby, you bounce it off the rebound, got me busting twice
It make her toxic, gotta stop it
Damn, this dick be changing lives
[Verse 4]
Her kitty, she stingy with it, she don't give it up
And she only do them bosses in them Benzy trucks
Whoa, she like the red in my interior
And I don't like boring, better lick it up
She don't wanna lay on her back
She like that rough, mmm, pull on her tracks
And all that freaky-deeky shit, she into that
Get that Henny in our system and then we interact
[Verse 5]
She from New York, we met at New Apollo
How the fuck is we gon' fuck if you don't suck and you don't swallow?
I got Patrón in 1942, you just want the bottle
And she say she want white rocks, she don't want gelato
And I'm way better than her ex, hit it like ooh-ah-ay
That's my New York bae
What part you from? Oh, you like Tupac, bae?
Genius move in silence, if I catch a ****, I'll lay, ooh, I'll bang
You ain't never had your legs up, I'ma bring you pain
Stripes like Adidas, that's my honey
'Cause she gon' fuck with this when she hear it
Feel like we so tight now, just 'cause I feel it in her spirit
I'm feeling spirit in me, I'ma let you get ahead of me
'Cause every time I talk, it sound like money and she like that
I'ma put her face in the pillow, tell her don't fight that
She say she mad at me, but she be coming right back
She real, I might have to wife that
I ain't gotta act hard body
I'll put a pipe, right where my pipe at
I ain't bring her alive, yeah, they getting rich, I just pipe that
Written by: Emile Holemans, Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr., Naujour Grainger, RICK LAPPLE