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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bryson Tiller
Stimme und Gesang
Travis Scott
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter:in
Philip Anthony Coleman, Jr.
Songwriter:in
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Ingenieur:in
Fabian Marasciullo
Mischtechniker:in
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Nes
Produzent:in
Skyz Muzik
Produzent:in
Songteksten
[Intro]
Blow that dope, don't
Hey
Blow that dope, don't
Blow that dope, don't
Yeah
Blow that dope, don't
Back again with the
Blow that dope, don't
Blow that dope, don't
Them cuffin' season tunes
Blow that dope, don't
Hey
Blow that dope, don't
Hey, you
[Verse 1]
Okay, spend too much time with your friends
Too much time with your friends
Turned up at the function
You could barely function
Oh, you gettin' drunk and too high to call me up, and
Hangin' with them other ****, I could barely stomach
Oh, you tellin' me the shit you used to put up with
You ain't gon' go through that twice, okay
I'ma come through, spend the night, okay
1300 on the flight, okay
Love, you can't put a price on it
Something came up, girl, I know it
You don't never got time for me
[PreChorus]
'Cause you spend too much time with your friends
Fuck y'all doing? Hey
Spending money on strip clubs and drugs, I knew it
They don't show you no love, not the same way I do it
I'm the only drug you need to get you through it
[Chorus]
Blow that dope, don't
Blow that dope, don't
I always tell you don't get too high
Don't drink too much, don't smoke too much
Blow that dope, don't
Tell me if it's cool if I come by and keep you up
I show you love, I show you love
[Chorus]
Blow that dope, don't
Girl, I'm not trying to kill your vibe, kill your buzz
I ain't tryna sober you up
Blow that dope, don't
Girl, I'm just trying to be by your side
And be the one that you saw first whenever you woke up
[Verse 2]
Whoa, you make me feel how I make other bitches feel
Like you be cool without or with me here
Stuck in Miami, I don't know why I feel empty here
They say, "Don't bring sand to the beach, you'll see there's plenty here"
Seems like all I ever see is fake ass and fake titties here
And hoes looking for a come up and a **** that's trickin' here
Girl, I don't wanna be the **** to give ya dick and disappear
If you want me to, I could do you like I do women here
[Chorus]
'Cause you spend too much time with your friends
Fuck y'all doing?
Fuck y'all doing? Hey
Spending money on strip clubs and drugs, I knew it
They don't show you no love, not the same way I do it (No way)
I'm the only drug you need to get you through it
I always tell you don't get too high
Don't drink too much, don't smoke too much
Tell me if it's cool if I come by and keep you up
I show you love, I show you love
[Chorus]
Girl, I'm not trying to kill your vibe, kill your buzz
I ain't tryna sober you up
Girl, I'm just trying to be by your side
And be the one that you see first whenever you woke up
[Outro]
Blow that dope, don't
Blow that dope, don't
Blow that dope, don't
Blow that dope, don't
Blow that dope, don't
Blow that dope, don't
Blow that dope, don't
Blow that dope, don't
Written by: Bryson Tiller, Philip Anthony Coleman, Jr.