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Concerts à venir de Future, Metro Boomin, Travis Scott & Playboi Carti

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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Future
Future
Stimme und Gesang
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Stimme und Gesang
Playboi Carti
Playboi Carti
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter:in
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter:in
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter:in
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Songwriter:in
Dwayne Richardson
Dwayne Richardson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Produzent:in
D. Rich
D. Rich
Zusätzliche:r Produzent:in
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mischtechniker:in
Marcus Fitz
Marcus Fitz
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Ingenieurassistent:in
Aaron Fugeri
Aaron Fugeri
Ingenieurassistent:in
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Zusätzliche:r Produzent:in

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Yeah, yeah, Pluto I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit Get a nigga whacked on the news type shit Sippin' drank and Actavis on some Screw type shit Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo-type shit Take down Meg Thee Stallions by the group type shit That's some thick shit, I just thought you knew type shit I just tricked off, I don't just usually do this type shit Pockets racked up, all blue type shit Bunch of rich niggas, hos get confused type shit Atlanta nigga, I live like Ted Turner type shit On camera, knockin' jaws loose type shit I canceled her, kick her out the school type shit A silent hitter, I just keep it cool with you bitches A solid nigga, countin' dog food type of shit Movin' through the city with your boo type shit She's ready to suck it up like soup type shit You goin' against the guys, and you gon' lose type shit Pray to God they knock you out your shoes type shit (type shit) Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue type shit Put the Double O in a mood (in a mood) Serotonin, that's a cool type mix (cool type mix) Oxycontin, mix it with balloons (alright) East Atlanta feelin' like a zoo type mix (zoo type mix) Shawty started strippin', takin' shrooms (takin' shrooms) Eatin' all the Percs, on some food type shit (open up) Shawty make it work, nine-to-five type shit (open up) Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type shit (open up) Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type shit (going up) All the homies crushin' on some fool type- (going up) Floodin' out the spot, it's like a pool type mix (add it up) All the homies crushin' on some fool type shit (going up) All the homies crushin' on some fool type- (open up) Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type shit Feelin' so high, I'm on the moon type shit Kick the slow flow, jitsu type shit (open it up, add it up) Red lock my dreadlocks, I'm on bool type shit (fuck it up, add it up) Cook a nigga up like food type shit (fuck it up, fuck it up) Posted up with my dogs, Scooby-Doo type shit (fuck it up, whoo) She grippin' all on my balls, I gotta move type shit Diamonds, they cover my flaws, I got that brand-new type shit Hundred round drum, make it bust, soundin' like a nuke type shit All of my jeans are saggin', I think I'm over tight shit Put the ho down with the gang, now she think she my manager type shit Shawty thought she was she the one, I will forever have a boss bitch The presi' set on me plain, I'm on some naked type shit 81 thou' for the teeth, I still ain't smiling for this bitch This ho think she better than me? She on that IG model shit Shawty said I'm a superhero, so how the fuck I'ma hide up shit? Bitch give me dome in the back, she on her bobblehead type shit All I want is ass and titties, I ain't got no type shit Sippin' on drank, Pluto, hey Sippin' my drank, Metro Sittin' right here with my yayo type shit Might put some dollars on my gloves, whoa, on my Mike shit What the fuck y'all talking about bodies for? Y'all just type shit (Pluto) I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit (new type shit) Get a nigga whacked on the news type shit Sippin' drank and Actavis on some Screw type shit Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo-type shit Take down Meg Thee Stallions by the group type shit (type shit) Tags all over my shirt, uh, rockstar type shit (open it up, open it up) Molly all in my dreads, uh, Rasta type shit (open it up, open it up) 'Bout to take a ho to Turks, she a monster type shit (type shit, type shit) She don't speak no English, money talk type shit She fuck me, ran her mouth 'cause I'm a boss, type shit (whoo!)
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Leland Tyler Wayne, Jacques Webster, Dwayne Richardson, Jordan Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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