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JACKBOYS - What To Do? (Lyrics) Feat. Don Toliver
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
Stimme und Gesang
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Stimme und Gesang
CHASE B
CHASE B
Stimme und Gesang
Luxury Tax
Luxury Tax
Stimme und Gesang
Sheck Wes
Sheck Wes
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter:in
Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
Songwriter:in
Khadimou Fall
Khadimou Fall
Songwriter:in
James Austin Cyr
James Austin Cyr
Songwriter:in
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter:in
Earlyyellow00
Earlyyellow00
Songwriter:in
Julius-Alexander Brown
Julius-Alexander Brown
Songwriter:in
Sarah Schachner
Sarah Schachner
Songwriter:in
Douglas Ford
Douglas Ford
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
London Cyr
London Cyr
Produzent:in
Jenius
Jenius
Produzent:in
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mischtechniker:in
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Derek Anderson
Derek Anderson
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Lyrics

Why did we fall that evening? Silhouettes for the evening You might just be my type And I know just what you like but I'm- Still fucked up (yeah) Still fucked up (uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do Still fucked up (yeah) Still fucked up (uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do I woke up on the seventeenth Drunk as hell, you tellin' me I was in the club, full of jealousy Damn near caught a felony One thing I know, two just wanna ride (uh-uh) I did it outside (uh-uh) I, you better go hide (uh-uh) Put it on her feet and I glide Step with the three like Clyde, slide, slide We rock the cream on the pie-ie-ie But that's my better side (yeah) I can't tell a lie (uh-uh) This is televised (uh-uh) You need better guys Still fucked up (yeah) Still fucked up (uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (yeah) Still fucked up (yeah) Still fucked up (uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (yeah) Woke up on the seventeenth With them tattoos, just is tellin' me And them fantasies is outstandin' me I'm only on the beat between 10 and 3 Took you, move you outside to the West Down Southside by the 'jects Tell me what a time, what a wreck Never let it down, never let Always thought T was a rex Never thought T was a wreck Put the ice T on your neck (neck) When it go cold make you sweat Never let you go, never (go, go) Never let you go, you the best But never let it go to your head (no) I always got control of the Woah (yeah) Still fucked up (yeah) Still fucked up (uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (yeah) Still fucked up (yeah) Still fucked up (uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (yeah) Silhouettes for the weekend And you might just be my type And I know just what you like, but I'm- Still fucked up (yeah) Still fucked up (uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (yeah) Still fucked up (yeah) Still fucked up (uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (yeah) Fuck the club up Still with my dawgs Please don't make the wrong moves, 'cause my weapon cocked Still fucked up (yeah) Still fucked up (uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (yeah) Still fucked up (yeah) Still fucked up (uh-uh, yeah) Don't know what to do (yeah) Still fucked up, still fucked up (yeah) Still fucked up, still fucked up (yeah) Still fucked up, still fucked up (yeah) Still fucked up, still fucked up (yeah)
Writer(s): Sarah Elizabeth Schachner, Douglas Ford, Julius Brown, Niv Kalisky, Mike G. Dean, Jacques Webster, Wes Sheck, Caleb Toliver, James Austin Cyr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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