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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Stimme und Gesang
Eryn Allen Kane
Eryn Allen Kane
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter:in
Byron Thomas
Byron Thomas
Songwriter:in
Jeremy Fedryk
Jeremy Fedryk
Songwriter:in
Eryn Allen Kane
Eryn Allen Kane
Songwriter:in
David Jackson
David Jackson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Produzent:in
Sarcastic Sounds
Sarcastic Sounds
Produzent:in
Matthew Testa
Matthew Testa
Ingenieur:in
Manny Galvez
Manny Galvez
Ingenieur:in
Jason Delattiboudere
Jason Delattiboudere
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mischtechniker:in
Thomas McLaren
Thomas McLaren
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
Produzent:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
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Check Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy Gas to the floor, I'm pressin' fast forward, I race a NASCAR Transport just what you asked for Don't ask me what I asked for if you can't answer Now who them Xans for? I'll pop DANs for muscle relaxation, I'm a patient Pick up the pace when I feel too adjacent to who I'm racing Yeah, I'm spacin', I'm spacin' out Oh, you faded? I'm faded out Oh, you made it? I made it out But you shady like 8 Mile 8 Ball from Orange Mound, letdown, I lay her down Like an eagle, she spread it out, ate it out, yeah, I ate it out I'm a Libra, I weigh it out Hope the reaper don't take me out I'm too eager to wait it out Stuck the heater in Satan's mouth Pray polices don't raid the house Pay my taxes and baby moms Ain't no cappin', don't play around Hate me back then, they hate me now In my lap is your face, I got napkins to waste I got mansions with gates, feel like I'm NASA with space Don't feel like answerin' my phone, I feel like thrashin' today I put my ratchet on safe, and I feel actually safe Catchin' spasms and aches, from all the hands I done shaked And all the cash I done counted and all the blunts I done rolled up I stunt when I rolled up With a bad bitch sittin' in the front with her nose up You know what's in my soda And your trap house closin', your glass house broken And my madhouse open and my lighthouse glowin' Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy Brains all over my mahogany dashboard Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy I think in my backyard, I need an airport Mahogany sand, boy, I start a sand storm Mahogany skin, touch me, I cut your hands off Mahogany door handle to match the floor panel Mahogany sand, mahogany Dior sandals Mahogany dash, slime, I do the dash, slime Sit the coke on the glass, slime, she snort a flat line Good times, no hard times, uh-oh, it's that time We at war, I check my Chopard for the exact time Bang, bang, brrat time, I'm reppin' Bad Vibes Flag high, red, red, red, bloody vampire Plug was a fucking Arabi, it's no cap, slime Judge gave me time, I did that time like nap time Mahogany skateboard, I parked the Wraith for it I kick, push straight forward, I hear Lupe flowin' Under the skully, these bright mahogany dreads showin' Let's get in bed and break these mahogany headboards Oh, woah, mahogany, yeah, woah Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy Uh, yeah, I do the dash, boy Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy Brains all over my mahogany dashboard Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys Louis, Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys Soon as we land, on mahogany sand Maho-mahogany sand Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys Soon as we land, on mahogany sand I ain't arguin', I'm sayin' Ooh, mahogany
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Byron O. Thomas, David Jackson, Eryn Allen Kane, Jeremy Fedryk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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