Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Stimme und Gesang
Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter:in
Charles Worth
Charles Worth
Songwriter:in
Rami Eadeh
Rami Eadeh
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ramii
Ramii
Produzent:in
notinbed
notinbed
Produzent:in

Letras

Hey, yeah, yeah Hey, yeah, yeah Hey, yeah, yeah Let's go Almighty GloryUs, yeah, you probably heard of us Women talk they love the Cud', they say I got the Midas touch And they will blush when I dip past in the rush Baby say she smell the tree, kush (yeah) all up in my threads, what? Now I'm feeling better, a trendsetter, cheers to you, Cud' Show 'em how to never give a fuck about what they do, nah Marching to my own drum, cooler than your average kid Baby say she want some and she wanna have my kids Loving life, I'm a flashing light, niggas cannot dim me Crawling out the hellest night, demons tried to kill me (yeah) Boss nigga, don't forget I never sweat to small shit You might think I lost my juice, au contraire, my nigga (oops) Switch the script, check my IMDB, you can check the proof Yes, Cudi do, kicking it with Yachty, chop it up, this how an artist move Copenha', looking yum, hit the booth, still call it fun Not this type, my occupation, making things I think of daily Ooh, nah, told you how I do (come on) Women like, "Ooh, can I make you my boo?" (Yeah) Really love the wizard boss, realest, y'all knew (let's go) And I animate the life in my mind cool, love it Love it, love it, gone, when you gon' move (uh-uh) Bet you never had a homie, let me have you Nah-ahh (yeah), nah-ahh (yeah) Nah-ahh (yeah), nah-ahh (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah Almighty Glory, looking like a couple deities Looking for the moment where I finally leaking BIEs While I'm still alive, though, my eyes low, blowing tree Bitch, I'm feeling proper, nigga showstopper overseas Wish I could remember everything a nigga ever thought Wish I could remember bad little mama name, but I can not Open up a window when this song come on 'cause I get hot Baby, tell me what's the name of this place again 'cause I forgot Know what I'm repping, I bang it 'til it's over Our reign is never over, that's how rangin', rover My drunk the same as sober, maybe drunk a lil' bit cooler I walk in that bitch feeling like I was lit, yeah, the ruler I walked up in that bitch feeling like I was Chip Tha Ripper I'm feeling like myself again, a real tequila sipper (yeah) You should be flabbergasted if I spend some time with you You must've wasn't listening, they told you how I do (told you) Ooh, nah, told you how I do (come on) Women like, "Ooh, can I make you my boo?" (Yeah) Really love the wizard boss, realest, y'all knew (let's go) And I animate the life in my mind cool, love it Love it, love it, gone, when you gon' move (uh-huh) Bet you never had a homie, let me have you Nah-ahh (yeah), nah-ahh (yeah) Nah-ahh (yeah), nah-ahh (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Do it for my city all day, motherfucker, yeah Do it for my city all day, motherfucker, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep it in this bitch, yeah Keep it in this bitch, yeah
Writer(s): Scott Mescudi, Rami Eadeh, Charles Worth, Austin Paoli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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