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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Yeat sped up
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Noah Smith
Komponist:in
Benjamin Saint Fort
Songwriter:in
Colin Magdamo
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
BNYX
Produzent:in
Colin Magdamo
Produzent:in
Jaasu
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Paroles
I-I—
Remember (Remember)
I-I—
I-I'm working on dying
BNYX
Red bottoms up, know you gettin' slain
Red bottoms out, hundred mil' cash, nothin' I'd change
Now I got the fame
Whole lot of range, diamonds on my, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I, I don't fuck with all the lames
Take time off, bitch (Ah)
Gettin' hit by a train, motherfuckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side every day, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time I motherfuckin' play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
Each night, every day, turnin' 'bout it
Burn a mil' every day, got the cash comin' in big time
Pushin' two-hundred, unwindin', I'ma call a bitch up, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up
'Bout to food up, 'bout to take this Perc', baby, 'bout to food up
I just have been stayin' to myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all
Lot of these motherfuckers on the shelf, they cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel (Ugh)
Fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Yeah)
I been gettin' fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), get high to the moon
I been fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), gettin' high to the moon, man
Fly, fly, fly (Fly), fly (Fly, fly-fly-fly)
Red bottoms up, know you gettin' slain
Red bottoms out, hundred mil' cash, nothin' I'd change
Now I got the fame
Whole lot of range, diamonds on my, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I, I don't fuck with all the lames
Take time off, bitch (Ah)
Gettin' hit by a train, motherfuckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side every day, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time I motherfuckin' play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
Each night, every day, turnin' 'bout it
Burn a mil' every day, got the cash comin' in big time
Pushin' two-hundred, unwindin', I'ma call a bitch up, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up
'Bout to food up, 'bout to take this Perc', baby, 'bout to food up
I just have been stayin' to myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all
Lot of these motherfuckers on the shelf, they're cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel (Ugh)
Written by: Benjamin Saint Fort, Colin Magdamo, Noah Smith