Topsongs van Preme
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Preme
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Preme
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Sauceboy
Produzent:in
Dnny Phntm
Produzent:in
TheBoyKam
Produzent:in
Bijan Amir
Produzent:in
Austin Powerz
Produzent:in
Pria
Mischtechniker:in
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
Man, fuck these hating **** and fuck all these hating bitches
I got me some naked bitches that fuck me and scrape the dishes
All my women taste delicious, every day with me is Christmas
My VVs be hitting different, see my chains and tell the difference
Really it don't make no difference, kill the snitch and kill the witness
Ain't no way to put a price on true ambition, man, just listen
I can't trust no **** rockin' black forces or true religion
I got me that new edition 2023, it's tinted
2023, let's get it, 2023, I feel it
Had to take that shit I had inside and push my outer limits
Trying to make a mill a minute, ain't no talk just went and did it
Really just to show these ****
[Chorus]
Can't trust nobody but me, five racks cover my feet
Aces up my sleeve, tryna get rich, don't sleep
She tell me, "Fuck me, please," my bitches roll my weed
I can't name a **** I need, said I can't name a **** I need
That bitch say too much words, talk too much, I curve
Getting on my nerves, I can't love no birds
Told her, "Wait yo turn," back to back, we swerve
And I don't beg, I earn, just want what I deserve
[Verse 2]
Since 12 been screaming "Fuck 12," won't beg no judge, I'll jump bail
On my knees for no man, won't suck seed but we won't fail
Thotties in my inbox, tryna tell me come chill
That trunk ain't got no junk, slide that ass to junk mail
Big chains like hotels, rock big rings, they doorbells
Threw ten Gs at ten hoes, all came home, that's wholesale
Ten **** with one bottle, y'all can't afford to let none spill
Why even go to the club still? How do broke **** have fun still?
Can't understand it, it's unreal, she undressed and unveiled
That body look like one mill in fresh bread 'cause ain't nothing stale
Titties lookin' too perky, gotta pop me two pills
Bitch, I ain't got no worries, now I how Tune feel
[Chorus]
Can't trust nobody but me, five racks cover my feet
Aces up my sleeve, tryna get rich, don't sleep
She tell me, "Fuck me, please," my bitches roll my weed
I can't name a **** I need, said I can't name a **** I need
That bitch say too much words, talk too much, I curve
Getting on my nerves, I can't love no birds
Told her, "Wait yo turn," back to back, we swerve
And I don't beg, I earn, just want what I deserve
Written by: Preme