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FNZ
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Jalil Peraza
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kanye West
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Michael Mule
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Isaac De Boni
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Malik Yusef
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Bashar Barakah Jackson
Texte
Jahmal Gwin
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Ricardo Lamarre
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Angie Martinez
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Thomas Whitfield
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Luke Doyley
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Steven Victor
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Terrence Thornton
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Mark "Oji" Williams
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Samuel David Jackson
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kanye West
Produzent:in
Boogz
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Rico Beats
Produzent:in
SethInTheKitchen
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FNZ
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Jalil Peraza
Co-Produzent:in
Jess Jackson
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jordan Franzino
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Chris Ku
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Dave Cook
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Randy “Enzo” Bondurant
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Ciel Eckard-Lee
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David Bone
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Vic Wainstein
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Songteksten
[Verse 1]
Trippin!
Wildin' on television
You could
Still see a **** tell the vision
Pimpin'
Pimpin', boy, these boys pimpin'
Different
Yeah, these boys, boys
[Verse 2]
Look, **** we made it
**** we made it, we made it
**** we made it
Thank God that I made it
**** we made it, we made it
Look mama, I made it
[Verse 3]
Look, I remember the days
Same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty cent cake
Now it's Phillippe's
It's Phillippe's for the steak
And hella thots up in the Wraith
I can't wife that thot, tell that bitch, "Get out my face"
We killed your big brother
We killed your little brother
Now it's Phillippe's
It's Phillippe's for the steak
And hella thots up in the Wraith
Said I hop in the Lamb' and skirt off
I spent fifty up in Bergdorf
I got shit you never heard of
Buy it, I don't care what it cost, no
And I always keep a pole
Rain, snow, I did a hundred on a pro
If you droppin' the Woo, we come where you live
Glock 9, infrared
Pull up and empty the clip, Woo
Dread had the strap all summer
In the Floss movin' reckless
Please do not play with me
****, I keep a K with me
[Verse 4]
Look, **** we made it
**** we made it, we made it
**** we made it
Thank God that I made it
**** we made it, we made it
Look mama, I made it
**** we made it
[Verse 5]
Look, Tyler got the album of the year, for now
But Pop about to drop, I see the platinum in the clouds
Now Push about to drop, so real trappers stick around
The crown is only for the king, they tryna place it on a clown
I declare war, nickname 'He Sell Raw'
Different city, same ghetto, bring the Woos on tour
Push start drop top, 812, two-door
Baby Rover, Benz coupe, bitch, you better choose yours
How can I not? Woo! How can I not?
When a brick is thirty-six, bitch, how could I stop?
These Richard Milles are one of one, shit, how could I watch?
We Made It, we made it whether you like it or not
[Verse 6]
Look, **** we made it
**** we made it, we made it
**** we made it
Thank God that I made it
**** we made it, we made it
Look mama, I made it
Written by: Bashar Jackson, Kanye Omari West, Boogz, Jahmal Gwin, Terrence LeVarr Thornton, FNZ, Jahlil, Ricardo Lamarre, Ross Portaro, Steven Victor