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Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Stimme und Gesang
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
Stimme und Gesang
John Mayer
John Mayer
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
James Austin Cyr
James Austin Cyr
Songwriter:in
Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
Songwriter:in
Ebony Oshunrinde
Ebony Oshunrinde
Songwriter:in
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter:in
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
London Cyr
London Cyr
Produzent:in
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mischtechniker:in
Jimmy Cash
Jimmy Cash
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Zach Steele
Zach Steele
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Skyler McLean
Skyler McLean
Ingenieurassistent:in
Sean Solymor
Sean Solymor
Ingenieurassistent:in
WondaGurl
WondaGurl
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Lyrics

No you can't say if I'm mad or not Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out What would you do if you heard I got it going on? I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to) Gotta watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim You cop it live, boy I got in on film You gotta watch out where you rock 'cause shit get real Drink too real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel Gotta take a long drive up the hill Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft Chicago baby, she just wanna drill The vibes so wavy, it's too hard to kill Gotta watch out where you go 'cause shit get real Uh-huh, yeah Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk, dip, dip, dip, dip Oh my You can't say if I'm mad or not Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out What would you do if you heard I got it burning out? I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip Better watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim You cop it live, boy, I got in on film Must be cautious, told the lil' hoes I'm all in Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin' You know I hit in the mornin', oh yeah, she yawnin' I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit be nothin' Oh, didn't I hit you cousin? Mhm, no no discussion Sippin' on lean, no Robotussin Oh, yeah I know you love me, I beat it ain't no cuddlin' You down bad, you sufferin' I don't give a fuck how hard it get That lil' bitch know I started this Uh huh, oh yeah Get to the cash, no lay-up Spend a bitch bag, Rodeo Some may ride for the fresh cut Hoes come through just to touch us I'ma tell the truth like Usher You already know how I bust her Slang my chop from Russia Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk, dip, dip, dip, dip Swang-swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk, dip No you can't say if I'm mad or not Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out What would you do if you heard I got it going on? I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip Gotta watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim You cop it live, boy, I got in on film
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Ebony Naomi Oshunrinde, Don Toliver, Mike G. Dean, James Austin Cyr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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