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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Playboi Carti
Playboi Carti
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Komponist:in
Nicholas Santos
Nicholas Santos
Komponist:in
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Komponist:in
PHILIP ANDRE MUELLER
PHILIP ANDRE MUELLER
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Slowburnz
Slowburnz
Produzent:in
Dy Krazy
Dy Krazy
Produzent:in
DJH
DJH
Produzent:in
Marcus Fritz
Marcus Fritz
Mischtechniker:in
Ojivolta
Ojivolta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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Schyeah Ay, Swamp Swamp Izzo Uh, I can't come to your party, I might come just to hurt you (schyeah, schyeah) Ridin' in a new body, all of my hoes are murders (schyeah, schyeah) I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (schyeah, schyeah) I just bought that Hublot, I ain't scratch the surface (schyeah, schyeah) Every time we pop out, got them bitches nervous (schyeah, schyeah) Pop out (pop), pop (schyeah, schyeah) Pop out, schyeah (schyeah, schyeah) Pop, pop, pop, pop (schyeah) Pop out (schyeah), pop (schyeah, ay) (Schyeah, fuck you) All-black mag, yeah, all-black bags, schyeah Break his face, yeah, get him dead, yeah (swerve) Fuck 'em all, yeah (swerve), tat my face, yeah (swerve) Eat her pussy, yeah (swerve), say my grace, yeah (swerve) In the brand-new Wraith, and it's all red, yeah All my bitches burnt, yeah, they half-dead, yeah (swerve, swerve) Off a Perc', yeah, out my shirt, yeah (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve) He's a jerk, yeah, been a jerk, uh (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve) Model ho, yeah, she dick jerk, yeah (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve) I'm a reject, but I'm still turnt, yeah (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve) Push the fuckin' dash 'til I see dirt, yeah (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve) I can't come to your party, I might come just to hurt you (schyeah) Ridin' in a new body, all of my hoes are murders (schyeah) I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (schyeah) I just bought that Hublot, I ain't scratch the surface (schyeah) Every time we pop out, got them bitches nervous (schyeah) Pop out, pop (schyeah) Pop out, schyeah (schyeah) Pop it, pop, pop, pop (schyeah) Pop out, pop (schyeah) Ay, Swamp What up, baby boy? These fuck niggas ain't learned yet I'm really in this motherfucker with this nigga right now, on my mama Pop out Pop
Writer(s): Jordan Terrell Carter, Nicholas Anthony Santos, Unknown Composer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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