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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Playboi Carti
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jordan Carter
Komponist:in
Richard Ortiz
Komponist:in
Stefan Cismigiu
Komponist:in
Pierre Thevenot
Komponist:in
Mark Williams
Komponist:in
Raul Cubina
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
F1lthy
Produzent:in
Lukrative
Produzent:in
Lucian
Produzent:in
Ojivolta
Produzent:in
Marcus Fritz
Mischtechniker:in
Glenn Schick
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Paroles
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
You got to
I got me a natural lil' bitch, I'll fuck that lil' ho on her B-Day
I'ma walk on stage, my eyes so red, yeah, fuck what she say
I been on the E-way
Bitch, come on the G-way
She wanna put on my chain, yeah
She wanna fuck on my DJ
Let it go like a relay
Fuck her mouth, I don't do dates
All this money, I'm big paid
Buy a Richard, a new Wraith
Oh yeah
Give my opps they due dates
Crash out for the gang, hol' up
Crash out for a mixtape
Have you fuck on my peers
I'ma hit all the gears
Have you switchin' your lips
Yeah, she got all the skills
And I'm still on the hill
Yeah, I'm still in The Hills
We ain't missed a meal, we ain't missed a meal
We ain't missed a meal, we ain't missed a meal
This how the Perky feel, this how the ecstasy feel
This how the Xanny feel, watch how that motherfucker feel
Make your bitch wanna go drill
Voices, they all in my ears
Give me a reason to trip, schyeah
Bust that bitch right at your lip
Havin' all blues like a Crip
Pull up, I'm ready to flip
Then I go tat' up a tear
I can make all of 'em feel
I'm boutta climb out the rear
I'm on that vitamin E, huh
All of my pints are sealed
I'm in that bitch like D. Hill
Tell me, who you fear?
Bitch, it's stuck in the motherfuckin' air
At the finish line, meet me there
Got a broad tryna braid my hair
Percocet got her sittin' like a chair, schyeah
I'm a dog, I don't motherfuckin' care
Got ten hoes sittin' in the lair
Pourin' drank in the drop like the mayor, schyeah
Got a vibe, tryna have an affair
Brought her out, then I get another pair
Tell her lead me up that stairs, schyeah
I got me a natural lil' bitch, I'll fuck that lil' ho on her B-Day
I'ma walk on stage, my eyes so red, yeah, fuck what she say
I been on the E-way
Bitch, come on the G-way
She wanna put on my chain, yeah
She wanna fuck on my DJ
Let it go like a relay
Fuck her mouth, I don't do dates
All this money, I'm big paid
Buy a Richard, a new Wraith
Oh yeah
Give my opps they due dates
Crash out for the gang, hol' up
Crash out for a mixtape
Have you fuck on my peers
I'ma hit all the gears
Have you switchin' your lips
Yeah, she got all the skills
And I'm still on the hill
Yeah, I'm still in The Hills
We ain't missed a meal, we ain't missed a meal
We ain't missed a meal, we ain't missed a meal
Writer(s): Jordan Carter, Mark Williams, Pierre Thevenot, Raul Cubina, Richard Ortiz, Stefan Cismigiu
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