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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
GELO
GELO
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
LiAngelo Ball
LiAngelo Ball
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Stanislav Kunash
Stanislav Kunash
Komponist:in
Andrei Rodionov
Andrei Rodionov
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
KUNICA
KUNICA
Produzent:in
Glockie Cheez
Glockie Cheez
Produzent:in
Randy Urbanski
Randy Urbanski
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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Na, na, na-na (Glizzo, pop yo' shit, boy) Watch over your shoulder, nigga Shit get real out here, folk (KUNICA on the beat) I might swerve, bend that corner, whoa Bitch, hold on tight, 'cause I tweak in this bitch, start letting shit go And I heard that she wanna show Me who she be, I'm kinda fuckin' with it, show me some mo' Bitch, we tatted head to toe, could give a fuck, the story wrote You wanna tweak it up with me, then I'ma show you how that go Like the money in my pockets, blow They havin' convos about me, these pussy niggas don't know Tell me what they talkin' 'bout, I ain't fuckin' listenin' Let yo' thoughts run yo' mouth, but ain't touchin' dividends Nigga, I ain't from the south, but kick it with my Memphis twin Nigga, I can't take a loss, I'm always goin' for the win I've been geeked up in this booth I got my blunt packed from the start Nigga, don't be there actin' new That'll put some holes all through yo' body I'm like, "Oh, them hoes is cool, let 'em in if that shit water" See your nigga actin' bothered, got my green light to red dot 'em If you spot me, ho, I'm sorry, I can't take you and get gnarly Look like yo' nigga want smoke Well, we gon' do this shit regardless And I started from the bottom, just like you, but I was harder I came up a fuckin' soldier, nigga Shout out to my father (shout out to my father) He made sure I'll make it farther My trust in God, bucks, and dollars I might swerve, bend that corner, whoa Bitch, hold on tight, 'cause I tweak in this bitch, start lettin' shit go And I heard that she wanna show Me who she be, I'm kinda fuckin' with it, show me some mo' Bitch, we tatted head to toe, could give a fuck, the story wrote You wanna tweak it up with me, then I'ma show you how that go Like the money in my pockets, blow They havin' convos about me, these pussy niggas don't know With my evil twin, all black hoodies, we hit the streets again He don't like attention, he'll tweak and get to reapin' shit What yo' ass expect? We drove the whole way in a demon, bitch He'll pop out, won't think twice and make you greet the switch Ah-ha-ha, is you sure you wanna meet that bitch? If I see ill intentions, I'll make sure you get to bleedin' quick All exotic whips, the whole damn gang be in some rocket shits Pull up to the scene, my best advice is to hide yo' bitch I could see the lies all on your face, because your eyes'll twitch Black ski mask all on our fuckin' faces be disguisin' shit I might have my way with yo' bay-bay, you wanna cry and shit Rest my Glock against her fucking waist, I got some pottery Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah She my bitch now, my apologies I don't need no mo' enemies, you rock with me? Then rock with me But I'ma keep it real, she lost respect when you said, "Follow me" I might swerve, bend that corner, whoa Bitch, hold on tight, 'cause I tweak in this bitch, start lettin' shit go And I heard that she wanna show Me who she be, I'm kinda fuckin' with it, show me some mo' Bitch, we tatted head to toe, could give a fuck, the story wrote You wanna tweak it up with me, then I'ma show you how that go Like the money in my pockets, blow They havin' convos about me, these pussy niggas don't know
Writer(s): Stanislav Kunash, Andrei Rodionov, Liangelo Robert Ball Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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