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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Not3s
Not3s
Stimme und Gesang
Alistair O'Donnell
Alistair O'Donnell
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Not3s
Not3s
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Remedee
Remedee
Produzent:in
Jay Weathers
Jay Weathers
Produzent:in
Jake Gordon
Jake Gordon
Mischtechniker:in
Henkka Niemistö
Henkka Niemistö
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

More cars, I ain't tryna be walking a lot New sims, I ain't tryna be talkin' a lot Fake guys can get air from me 'Cause I've clocked them, man force it a lot They say they drip but ain't sourcing enough They walk with a limp like they on, like they're pimps But they're wimps, I'm calling their bluffs Their girl wanna bruck it, bruck it, horse in her guts Not3s Princ3, yeah, it's me, yeah, it's me And I stay LV like the print on the cloth All white whips when we glide on the roads Bare gyal wanna see who's part of the flock Roots from the ends but life wouldn't end I cruise on the yacht as if my wave weren't enough We hit heavy, bunch of bulldozers, Jenga And you seeing all these blocks falling off A despiser can stare in despair Chain hangin', don't touch or come near Build from the concrete, you ain't got the same drive I'll assure you, just go compare Couldn't give a fuck on what they thinks fair Whether they care or not I don't care, why would I when I'm here? Highest tier, you're not More cars, I ain't tryna be walking a lot New sims, I ain't tryna be talkin' a lot Fake guys can get air from me 'Cause I've clocked them, man force it a lot They say they drip but ain't sourcing enough They walk with a limp like they on, like they're pimps But they're wimps, I'm calling their bluffs Their girl wanna bruck it, bruck it, horse in her guts Not3s Princ3, yeah, it's me, yeah, it's me And I stay LV like the print on the cloth All white whips when we glide on the roads Bare gyal wanna see who's part of the flock Roots from the ends but life wouldn't end I cruise on the yacht as if my wave weren't enough We hit heavy, bunch of bulldozers, Jenga And you seeing all these blocks falling off Real eyes realize real lies They couldn't do me wrong if they tried It shouldn't be so hard to recognize It's mine, all mine, game's mine, game's mine, mine More cars, I ain't tryna be walking a lot New sims, I ain't tryna be talkin' a lot Fake guys can get air from me 'Cause I've clocked them, man force it a lot They say they drip but ain't sourcing enough They walk with a limp like they on, like they're pimps But they're wimps, I'm calling their bluffs Their girl wanna bruck it, bruck it, horse in her guts Not3s Princ3, yeah, it's me, yeah, it's me And I stay LV like the print on the cloth All white whips when we glide on the roads Bare gyal wanna see who's part of the flock Roots from the ends but life wouldn't end I cruise on the yacht as if my wave weren't enough We hit heavy, bunch of bulldozers, Jenga And you seeing all these blocks falling off Not3s Princ3, yeah, it's me, yeah, it's me And I stay LV like the print on the cloth All white whips when glide on the roads Bare gyal wanna see who's part of the flock
Writer(s): Jay Weathers, Alastair O Donnell, Lukman Odunaike, Remmy Malachi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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