Topsongs van Shirt
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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Shirt
Rap
George S. Tryfonos
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
William George Thomas
Songwriter:in
George S. Tryfonos
Songwriter:in
Marco Antonio Jacobo
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Maker
Produzent:in
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
Stay the hell away from my card
[Verse 2]
I'm gonna need those drops
I done came this far, I'm 'bout to get bitches
'Bout to get sick, they don't have this apart
You can suck my dick, that's the blandest part
Shit's gettin' outta hand
I can tell you to scram, but you make a good van
How I'm gonna be the one
To tell you why I'm breakin' up the band
Oh, you need my help? Don't hold your breath
Extended by hate, I know what you meant
It's all business, look, I sold your percent
It's not about me tryna break your heart
Not about me tryna hurt it
It's about me makin' sure the only people
That stick around me are the people
That deserve it
[Verse 3]
I better do work
I kept my number the same for years
My ****, now I'm 'bout to be ghost
I really hope you don't catch no feelin's
Hey, watch out, watch out
Be cool now
Don't do nothin' you regret
Don't do nothin' or forget it
Do what the hell you want
I could care less, I don't give a shit
Boy got so much to do
Feel like I got so much to prove
I don't need no drama, dummies, or new friends
All I need is me and my crew
[Verse 4]
What you gon' do?
Be cool now
Gon' piss the rest of your life?
What, you gon' piss away this night?
Only side strings waitin' in line
****, drop the act, learn how to act
We gon' drop a stipe, gon' make it back
We gonna make 'em mad, we gonna make it last
She loves me, but she hates that
That Maybach is nonexistent
Car service, you might miss it
I might've said that you like pigs
And I might skip it, I might risk it
I might, I might
Just don't stand in my light
If we talk shit all night
Just chalk it up to the hype
We ain't no golf balls, we dance
But we don't make no other plans
Might just throw your ass in a pool
Might wanna bring another pair of pants
Shut your mouth
[Verse 5]
Be cool now
Just tryna get you to dance, girl
Be cool now
[Verse 6]
Rollin' with some bitches that
Love rappers and don't fuck
No slut, you won't touch
Don't post up, you get fucked up
Shut your mouth
[Verse 7]
Wassup? I heard that ho
You with got crass
Which means you with
Your crab attitude match
I seen the worst of motherfuckers
Thirsty motherfuckers
Mercy, motherfuckers
[Verse 8]
You make it easy for
The entire world to love us
All you do is hurt each other
Tell 'em Shirt, motherfucker
Written by: George Tryfonos, M. Jacobo, Marco Antonio Jacobo, William George Thomas