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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lakeyah
Lakeyah
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Lakeyah Robinson
Lakeyah Robinson
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Jevonte Robinson
Jevonte Robinson
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Marlon Amilcar Murcia
Marlon Amilcar Murcia
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Richard McNair
Richard McNair
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Alexander Prado
Alexander Prado
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Heavy in the Chevy
Heavy in the Chevy
Produzent:in
Ignis
Ignis
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4MADEDAT
4MADEDAT
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Heavyindachevy
Heavyindachevy
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Lyrics

(Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though) Came from the bottom, now we up like attic Just walked in the jeweler and bust down a Patek Was down to my last, now I'm livin' lavish Now I do foreigns when I'm out in traffic (Damn) I swear this shit feel like magic (Voilà) Different colors in the chain (Tada) I tap the gas, that bitch, it go (Bye-bye) Broke bitches talkin', ain't sayin' (Nada) I thought I told all you bitches I'm with it (With it) No, I'm not lettin' up off of you niggas (Nah, nah) My foot on the gas, I been on they ass (Uh-huh) Bitch, I got on, now I'm makin' 'em feel it Poppin' my shit, that lil' bitch be trippin' (Yeah) Started on IG, I'm makin' a livin' (Rich) These bitches be streamin' my shit just to hate off the rip Off these bitches, I'm makin' a killing, yeah (Bitch, I'm poppin') My life a movie, these hoes gon' watch it (They watch it) New drip on, you hoes can't cop it (Can't cop it) Ice on ice, my wrist game hockey (Ice) Switch my nigga when I please, that's options Might be toxic But a bitch this bad can't never be locked in Whatever I want, lil' bitch, I'm coppin' I ain't tryna bag no nigga 'less he takin' me shoppin', bitch Came from the bottom, now we up like attic Just walked in the jeweler and bust down a Patek Was down to my last, now I'm livin' lavish Now I do foreigns when I'm out in traffic (Damn) I swear this shit feel like magic (Voilà) Different colors in the chain (Tada) I tap the gas, that bitch, it go (Bye-bye) Broke bitches talkin', ain't sayin' (Nada) Bi-Bit-Bitch, I'm different I'm in my bag, won't catch no feelings (Nah, nah) Whatever I rap, lil' bitch, I'm livin' (I am) Cartier wrist off the LV wristlet (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, I'm gifted Slim lil' bitch look just like Jada (Pinkett) Serve straight looks, but I ain't no waiter (Yeah) Real pimp shit, I keep shit player (I do) That boy an eater, this pussy gon' cater Give him right back if he stressin' me I'm not your bitch, nigga, please stop textin' me (Please) I don't like niggas who steady be pressin' me Ain't got a check, then bitch, you ain't checkin' me (Huh?) Niggas be hatin', these bitches look jealousy (Yeah) Been poppin' my shit, no, you can't get ahead of me (Not at all) Keyah the G.O.A.T., lil' bitch, you could never be Bitches ain't fuckin' with me, respectfully
Writer(s): Lakeyah Robinson, Alexander Prado, Jevonte Robinson, Richard Mcnair, Marlon Amilcar Murcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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