Titres les plus populaires de Vince Staples
Crédits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Vince Staples
Stimme und Gesang
Kenny Beats
Programmierung
monte booker
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Vince Staples
Songwriter:in
monte booker
Songwriter:in
Doris Bright
Songwriter:in
Kenneth Blume III
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kenny Beats
Produzent:in
monte booker
Co-Produzent:in
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Anthony J Vilchis
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Chris Galland
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Jeremie Inhaber
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Zach Pereyra
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Michelle Mancini
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Spencer Dennis
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Paroles
Yeah, uh, uh
Trippin', yeah
Trippin', trippin'
Trippin', trippin', huh, yeah
Trippin', yeah, yeah
Listen (listen), I ain't goin' (nah), ridin' foreign
Riches, off of tourin' (yeah), call ignorin'
Missions, miss my brothers (yeah), die for colors
Quiddich, catchin' snitches (snitch), do him vicious
Livin', like Khadijah (I ain't even know that bitch, man)
Quick to leave her
Just because, like Anitta, she in love
But it's leisure, real around the corner bleeder
Bounce out on 'em on artesia, now we got amnesia
Trippin', yeah
Trippin', trippin'
Trippin', trippin', huh, yeah
Trippin', yeah, yeah
Trippin', yeah, yeah
Ayy, you trippin' (yeah)
Trippin', yeah, yeah
Trippin', trippin', yeah
I ain't gon' lie (nah), always been the one to cuff (uh-huh)
I ain't gon' lie (uh-huh), sometimes I hit it once
And then I'm stuck (aw, yeah)
I ain't gon' lie (nah), no, you not the only one (nah)
I ain't gon' lie, she only want me 'cause I money touch
I hate July (I hate it), crime is high, the summer suck
(We run it up)
Can't even hit the beach without my heat, it's in my trunks
They ride the tide (yeah)
I don't got no one to trust
Trust and believe I see the shit that's up your sleeve
Come fuck with me, we livin' fast as SRT's, yeah
Don't come for me unless go fund me what you seek, yeah
They lightin' candles on the curb, they not diptychs (yeah)
My hood impatient, so be weary if it's beef, yeah
Pull up, location is the belly of the beast, yeah (ayy, pull up)
This shit get deadly, hope you're ready to decease, yeah
It's just you and me (you know it)
Pay me what you owe, this shit ain't free (nah)
When you play rope with us, we supposed to go straight home from school
I just couldn't refuse
I knew I was doing the wrong thing
But I guess it was more important to be accepted
By the guys than anything else
Trippin', yeah
Trippin', trippin'
Trippin', trippin', huh, yeah
Trippin', yeah, yeah
Trippin', yeah, yeah
Trippin', yeah
Ayy, you trippin' (yeah)
Trippin', yeah, yeah
Trippin', trippin', yeah
I mean, the fellas in the gang weren't the greatest
But I didn't wanna be left out
Writer(s): Vincent Staples, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume, Monte Booker, Doris Bright, Omnivore Refrains, Diddy Bop
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