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Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Stimme und Gesang
Bossman Dlow
Bossman Dlow
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Devante McCreary
Devante McCreary
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Ian Chow
Ian Chow
Songwriter:in
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
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Youssef Mahmoud
Youssef Mahmoud
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Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
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Don Cannon
Don Cannon
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Prodrisk
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x9beatz
x9beatz
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(I love you, Risk) (Ayo, X9) Nigga, Big Za Goddamn I'm Mr. Too Slippery, nigga (Too Slippery, nigga) I'm with the fuckin' sharks, you with the fishes, nigga, huh (with the fishes, nigga) Hop straight out the Bentley, I'm the biggest, nigga (I'm the biggest, baby) Caution sign on my neck, shit a 60, nigga (60) Yeah, I'm Mr. Too Ski, nigga Matter of fact, call me Mr. Chase-That-Cheese, nigga Grams on my wrist, shit cost like ten G's, nigga I feel like Bugs, got all these carats on my teeth, nigga Windows five-percent tinted, can't even see it's me (Dlow) I done missed a couple plays, my shit on DND (damn) Put me in the fuckin' game, I'm the MVP (nigga) Take you out that 'Yota, put you in a AMG (come here, bae) Huh, bitch, I count chicken, she know I'm the rawest, nigga Too Slippery Entertainment, come step in my office, nigga (yeah) Take a nigga bitch, she say, "Dlow, you be saucy, baby" Tired of fuckin' with them lames Come fuck with some bosses, baby (come here, baby) She don't want no puppy, she want a big dog (big dog) Washed my clothes the other day, found a ten ball (ball) Flip phone for the jugg, this a throwaway (brr) I'm ridin' with some shooters, we look like Golden State (hrr) I'm Mr. Too Slippery, nigga (Too Slippery, nigga) I'm with the fuckin' sharks, you with the fishes, nigga, huh (with the fishes, nigga) Hop straight out the Bentley, I'm the biggest, nigga (I'm the biggest, baby) Caution sign on my neck, shit a 60, nigga (60) Yeah, I'm Mr. Too Ski, nigga Matter of fact, call me Mr. Chase-That-Cheese, nigga Grams on my wrist, shit cost like ten G's, nigga I feel like Bugs, got all these carats on my teeth, nigga In my bag, my pockets deeper than the sea, nigga You don't bring nothin' to the plate, then I can't eat with ya All that shit, you doin' fake, you just a pretender They say my flow so cold, but I still bring the heat, nigga (ha) I peep niggas, say I got some bread, so they wan' be with us Bad bitch, hair and nails done, that shit on fleek, nigga You ain't fuck 'cause you ain't him, but she let Ski hit her I'ma run me up that cheese and walk these beats, nigga I'm Mr. Too Slippery, nigga (Too Slippery, nigga) I'm with the fuckin' sharks, you with the fishes, nigga, huh (with the fishes, nigga) Hop straight out the Bentley, I'm the biggest, nigga (I'm the biggest, baby) Caution sign on my neck, shit a 60, nigga (60) Yeah, I'm Mr. Too Ski, nigga Matter of fact, call me Mr. Chase-That-Cheese, nigga Grams on my wrist, shit cost like ten G's, nigga I feel like Bugs, got all these carats on my teeth, nigga
Writer(s): Chow Ian, Devante Mccreary, Tyler Meeks, Youssef Mahmoud Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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