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Topsongs van Lola Brooke
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lola Brooke
Stimme und Gesang
Billy B
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Shyniece Thomas
Komponist:in
Alyssa Stephens
Komponist:in
Caresha Brownlee
Komponist:in
Jahdira Atkins
Komponist:in
Deandre Sumpter
Komponist:in
Colin Daniel Murray
Komponist:in
Kadir Naji Franklin
Komponist:in
Richard Parker Wiggins
Komponist:in
Fletcher Redd
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Billy B
Zusätzliche:r Produzent:in
Dizzy Banko
Produzent:in
Semi Beatz
Produzent:in
Tsunami
Produzent:in
Anthony Daniel
Mischtechniker:in
Dan Millice
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
Violation
Uh-uh-uh, uh
(DizzYouViolated)
[Verse 2]
Don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it
Don't play wit' it (Muah, uh-huh)
[Verse 3]
I just wanna rough neck **** on a tongue (Big mad)
He just want a semi-automatic with a drum (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Ask me if I'm finished, nah, bitch, I just begun
Nah, I ain't givin' out no 'nani to no **** just for fun, are you dumb? (Uh-uh)
Runner man, I don't know no other man (Run it up, run it up)
You fuck like a hundred **** just for hundred bands (What?)
I don't even got me hundred bands (Shit)
I'm still gon' me a hundred M's wit' a hundred plans
Gimme beso (Muah)
Extendo (Grrah)
I carry bitches like I'm prego (Bop-bop, bop-bop)
Peter roll a **** called Pedro (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Sucka ****, should've knew it from the get-go (Uh, yeah)
[Verse 4]
Don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it
Come on, baby, don't play wit' it (Don't play wit' it, muah)
Just lay in it (Ooh)
Spend all day in it (Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh)
My hitters don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it (Grr)
Thеy stay wit' it
I'm okay wit' it (Yo, it's Billy)
When it comes to me thеy don't play wit' it
[Verse 5]
Glizzy on me, yeah, that's somethin' that stay wit' (Somethin' that stay wit')
Them Brooklyn bitches, they ain't really nothin' to play wit'
Bitches steady chattin', when I run down, she ain't say shit
My hitters gon' bang quick, fuck around, it gets dangerous
Bitches actin' like a bimbos, stomp a bitch in my Timbos
Hoes know I ain't playin' games, no Xbox, Nintendo (Nah)
[Verse 6]
Real bitch, no flaw shit, I stand on it, that's ten toes (Toes)
Pulled up in a big body wit' the dark tints on the windows
He said, "She so sweet," make him wanna lick the wrapper
Let him taste the pussy, then I kick him out right after (Bye)
Got these **** vex, 'cause I curve them when I want
Get his wig pushed back, if that **** tried to front like (Uh, yeah)
[Verse 7]
Don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it
Come on, baby, don't play wit' it (Don't play wit' it, muah)
Just lay in it (Ooh)
Spend all day in it (Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh)
My hitters don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it (Grr)
They stay wit' it, I'm okay wit' it (Uh-huh)
When it comes to me they don't play wit' it (Muah)
Written by: Ace Redd, Alyssa Stephens, Caresha Brownlee, Colin Daniel Murray, Deandre Sumpter, Jahdira Atkins, Kadir Naji Franklin, Richard Parker Wiggins, Semi Kaan Kula, Shyniece Thomas