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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Samara Cyn
Samara Cyn
Künstler:in
Stephanie Alexander
Stephanie Alexander
Chor
Charlean Carmon
Charlean Carmon
Chor
Kenya Hathaway
Kenya Hathaway
Chor
Sharlotte Gibson
Sharlotte Gibson
Chor
Sophia Stephens
Sophia Stephens
Chor
Danielle Elliott
Danielle Elliott
Chor
Nelson Beato
Nelson Beato
Chor
LaVance Colley
LaVance Colley
Chor
Jason Morales
Jason Morales
Chor
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Samara Cyn
Samara Cyn
Komponist:in
PoWR Trav
PoWR Trav
Komponist:in
Tommy Parker
Tommy Parker
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
PoWR Trav
PoWR Trav
Produzent:in
Tommy Parker
Tommy Parker
Produzent:in
AJ
AJ
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
John Kercy
John Kercy
Mischtechniker:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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Say, don't fuck with me Don't fuck, uh Don't fuck with me, uh Huh Okay, shit Don't fuck with me 'less you ready for this problem ('less you ready for this shit, man) Mama always taught me you don't start those, you solve 'em (you ain't ready for this shit, man) Mink, mink, goblin, finish 'em, they wobblin' Okay, chill, they fallin', damn, Cyn, get off her I'm a prophet, don't take shit, won't harm shit Can't take the play, don't you jump in this ball pit Used to work at Harbor Freight, but now this my office Can you believe they pay me all this money just to talk shit? Lil' bitch, I'm vibin', lil' bitch, we mobbin' (yeah) All in God timin', well, goddamn, I'm shinin' On these records, this ain't silver, ho, it's white gold Wait 'til I get them diamonds, it's gon' be a chokehold, KO I'm a hoochie, I'm a sellout Smell like shit every time it's me they talk 'bout I'm a born sinner, better get that gone 85, burnin' rubber 'til I get back home, uh And bitter is the fruit that fell early Slither with these snakes on me, Lord, have mercy Hands in this chicken, no Church's Throwin' up to purge it, Lord, forgive me for these urges Uh, so who the fuck I look like if I slow up now? (Uh) Talkin' out they neck, but my foot calmed that down (uh) Used to let that slide just to keep folks around Now I keep the scissors in my bag in case they get loud We pipe that smoke down, uh (yeah), don't get me rowdy These hoes can't rap with me, say that shit proudly Bad, bad, Mike Lowry Servin' face and seasoned, bitch, I even brought my Lawry's They like my lil' voice, they think that shit sweet They think they gon' beat this lil' caramel coochie (please) Well, bitch, I'm the new-age Eve Forbidden gems up my sleeve next to that .380 I'm a hoochie, I'm a sellout Smell like shit every time it's me they talk 'bout I'm a born sinner, better get that gone 85, burnin' rubber 'til I get back home, uh And bitter is the fruit that fell early Slither with these snakes on me, Lord, have mercy Hands in this chicken, no Church's Throwin' up to purge it, Lord, forgive me for these urges (goddamn)
Writer(s): Powr Trav, Samara Cyn, Tommy Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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