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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Stimme und Gesang
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programmierung
Bobby Raps
Bobby Raps
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Robert Richardson
Robert Richardson
Songwriter:in
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Songwriter:in
Wheezy
Wheezy
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Wheezy
Wheezy
Produzent:in
Bobby Raps
Bobby Raps
Produzent:in
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mischtechniker:in
Sloane Esme
Sloane Esme
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Manny Galvez
Manny Galvez
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Cristal Viramontes
Cristal Viramontes
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Paroles

(Wheezy outta here) I can't believe you just swallowed a family You tell me that pussy is not property But I'm 'bout to leave it with property damage And please do not go fuck the opp if I vanish She sleep in my robe, that Versace, that's fancy I'm sweet in her throat, her esophagus candy Treat me like Mentos, got me jolly as ranchers Girl, I got news for you That man can't do what I do for you I keep control on cruise, so cool for you Keep these hoes on snooze, no snooze button I keep my focus on you, do the moves for me, move with it I get lost in it like a new city Leave your drawers with me like a souvenir I went long in it, ain't no two minutes I'ma ball in it, I'ma hoop in it I don't talk shit, I keep it two pennies I don't want shit unless you give it No new bitches unless you kiss 'em No, no new bitches unless you kiss 'em No new bitches unless you kiss 'em If I don't know shit, I know what to do with it Lil' mama you the shit, number two with it I can't believe you just swallowed a family You tell me that pussy is my property But I'm 'bout to leave it with property damage And please do not go fuck the opp if I vanish She sleep in my robe, that Versace, that's fancy I'm sweet in her throat, her esophagus candy Treat me like Mentos, got me jolly as ranchers Pop that pussy for a real nigga I'ma pop that pussy like a pill, nigga Tylenol P.M., Advil, nigga Make her drop that pussy like it spilled, nigga And I'ma mop that pussy like it spilled, nigga And I'ma cop that pussy like it steal, nigga And I'ma rock that pussy like the lil' nigga And I'ma shock that pussy 'cause I'm ill, nigga (Wheezy outta here) Make the pussy lips whisper in my ear, nigga Making fuck faces ugly like Seal, nigga Got a rubber on like a Richard Mille, nigga Make her pop that pussy like a hair trigger Bop-bop-bop that pussy like a snare, nigga Got her legs bust open in the chair, nigga Pussy so pink it look medium rare, nigga I don't talk shit, I keep it two pennies I don't want shit unless you give it No new bitches unless you kiss 'em No, no new bitches unless you kiss 'em No new bitches unless you kiss 'em If I don't know shit, I know what to do with it Lil' mama you the shit, number two with it I can't believe you just swallowed a family You tell me that pussy is my property But I'm 'bout to leave it with property damage And please do not go fuck the opp if I vanish She sleep in my robe, that Versace, that's fancy I'm sweet in her throat, her esophagus candy Treat me like Mentos, got me jolly as ranchers
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Robert John Richardson, Wesley Tyler Glass Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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