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Rae Sremmurd
Rae Sremmurd
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Aaquil Brown
Aaquil Brown
Songwriter:in
A. Hogan
A. Hogan
Songwriter:in
Khalif Brown
Khalif Brown
Songwriter:in
Michael Len Williams II
Michael Len Williams II
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Produzent:in
A+ for Eardrummers Entertainment, LLC
A+ for Eardrummers Entertainment, LLC
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Lyrics

Damn, won a gold medal (Bowflex)
And a gold bezel (Gold bezel)
I treat it so special (So special)
Now your ho jealous (They jealous)
Freak hoes, got several (Got several)
They tens or better (Or better)
I'm a trendsetter (Trendsetter)
I'm a go-getter!
When I slide down the ave
I'm fuckin' trippin' (Damn)
Maserati bat black (Yeah)
All I wanna know is where the cash at? (9,3)
TNT tucked in my 'rillo (Loud)
Hundred racks under my pillow (Racks)
Different styles, I'm so versatile (Yeah)
**** you know like I know (Hey)
Jimmy, Lil' Swae (Hey)
Hoes on the chase (Whoa)
Cash in the air make her forget her date (Whoa)
Heard of my plan
She fuckin' with me anyway (Whoa)
If she thicky like Nicki
I put that pussy on my plate (Whoa)
How you not notice the flyest **** in the place? (Who)
I hit the liquid and started drippin' into space (Whoa)
Hublot tickin', blowin' kisses at your baby
Have fun, shotkilla like Mike reincarnated
Throwin' out a fuckin' end (Yeah)
I'm blowin' money in the wind (Gone)
I'm sick of wearin' skinny jeans (Sick)
I'm more into wearin' Louis V's (Hey)
These hoes don't fuckin' listen (Listen)
These **** don't pay attention (No)
These bitches are not yours (Hey)
We keep them on all fours (Hey)
Breakin' down', rollin' up potent (Woo)
Sippin' champagne like soda (Woo)
Poppin' red bitches like cola (Woo)
Trunk beat like Eardrummers (Woo)
Sremm killed the haters, God bless 'em
Mothafuckas still all in my bone marrow (Marrow)
Flyin' through the air like a fuckin' air devil (True)
All these broke **** just fish in a barrel (Woo)
Run back up and I turn into a bezel
(Hey) No flex zone (Hey)
No flex zone (Hey)
They know better (Hey)
They know better (Hey)
No flex zone (Hey)
No flex zone (Hey)
They know better (Hey)
They know better (Hey)
Won a gold medal (Bowflex)
And a gold bezel (Gold bezel)
I treat it so special (So special)
Now ya ho jealous (They jealous)
Freak hoes, got several (Got several)
They tens or better (Or better)
I'm a trendsetter (Trendsetter)
I'm a go-getter!
Hell no you can't use my lip gloss (Hey)
Pop a perc' now I'm on lift off (Hey)
Ass still fat, it's on Rick Ross
You bitches, make a **** dick soft (Hey)
Bitch ball like I'm at tip off (Hey)
Get it wet, then I rub the tip on (Hey)
Rag and Bone jeans I can slip off
Bitch I've been hot since flip phones (Hey)
Running this game for five years
Guess that's why my feet hurt (Hey)
Wonder when they bite me
Do these bitches' teeth hurt?
Yes I am an icon
That's me on your T-shirt
Thought you knew better
Do your fucking research
You ain't know this the no rip zone (Hey)
This the "You can't beat Nic" zone (Hey)
Madison Square when the Knicks home (Hey)
I live next door to Brad Pitt's home (Hey)
I like bad bitches
'Cause they like bad bitches too
I like hood ****, with a bad attitude
They could never reach Young Nick, magnitude
Even if they had a longitude, latitude
Listen up ho, this is my territory
You are my son, like an episode of Maury
Like an episode of ER
Bitch I'm hotter than the D.R
When it comes to rap skills
Nobody wanna see her
Motherfuckers flexin'
Motherfuckers acting
Bitches is my sons and they causin' contractions
Ain't pushing out
I'ma give them to the clinic
Cah wait, we nuh rate dem gyal and dem gimmick
Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone
This **** keep staring at my phone
But if you're ugly it's a no text zone
It's a no sex zone, it's a no flex zone
Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone
This **** keep staring at my phone
But if you're ugly it's a no text zone
It's a no sex zone, it's a no flex zone
(Hey) No flex zone
No flex zone
They know better
They know better
No flex zone
No flex zone
They know better
They know better
Who ain't waiting on King Push?
Got **** checking for them new flows
Sold more dope than the old Jigga
Now **** calling me the new Hov
Let the coupe go, planetarium
Let the roof go like Cesarean
Clear my section ****, no flexing ****
Just a hunnid bottles they carrying
Cross the border like I lost a daughter
This foreign ****, he ain't know better
Him pick and choose where them bullets fly
I lose the plane on this fool ****
Bought dope with my album budget
Play Cloths was the blueprint
Four million in four seasons
Fuck who care for my fashion sense
Tell a ho come and swim in the money (Splash)
Broke **** just stop at the heel
I could body paint you in them name brands
And put a red bow on the wheels
See I'm just in and out, I call a rent a mouth
Suck the ice out of a bezel
Use my rap persona, fuck baby mommas
Still killin' haters, God bless em'
(Hey) No flex zone
No flex zone
They know better (Hey)
They know better (Hey)
No flex zone
No flex zone
They know better (Tell 'em)
They know better
Won a gold medal (Bowflex)
And a gold bezel (Gold bezel)
I treat it so special (So special)
Now ya ho jealous (They jealous)
Freak hoes, got several (Got several)
They tens or better (Or better)
I'm a trendsetter (Trendsetter)
I'm a go-getter!
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Written by: A. Hogan, Aaquil Brown, K. Brown, Michael L. Williams II
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