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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
AUDREY NUNA
AUDREY NUNA
Künstler:in
Nate Donmoyer
Nate Donmoyer
Schlagzeug-Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Audrey Chu
Audrey Chu
Komponist:in
Nate Donmoyer
Nate Donmoyer
Komponist:in
Anwar Sawyer
Anwar Sawyer
Songwriter:in
NATHAN PATRICK DONMOYER
NATHAN PATRICK DONMOYER
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Nate Donmoyer
Nate Donmoyer
Produzent:in
Anwar Sawyer
Anwar Sawyer
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Mike Pizza Piazza
Mike Pizza Piazza
Mischtechniker:in
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
One, two, fleeka
You wanna pop my speakers
Three, two, three, better blow ya mama's teeth out
I chew like I'm pika then I spit like I'm Nina
Wish you merry Kwanzaa, set fire to my sneakers
[Verse 2]
One, two, fleeka
Might need some anesthesia
See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita
A-Chu, like paprika
Then I wanna spit like Aretha
You see me?
You feel me?
Yo got me? Eureka
[Verse 3]
What you want?
Everybody know my name, what you want?
Saying I was talking back, just to front
Everybody talkin' shit and they damn right
Damn right, damn right, yeah
Damn right
Saying plastic on my wrist and they damn right
Damn right
Damn right, yeah
[Verse 4]
One, two, fat thighs
Some trousers and a black eye
Three, two, three, only say what's up for the WIFI
Guess I'm supposed to be grown
This how it feel bone to bone
And I did post, but I'm alone
Rich off catfish like PetCo
[Verse 5]
Damn right, she stole that Bacardi
Damn right, he drive fake Ferrari
God damn, it ain't even a party without you flexing that Murakami
[Verse 6]
Always late to the mass
Show, tell, never ask
Powerade in the flask
Wintertime in this counterfeit bag
[Verse 7]
What you want?
Everybody know my name, what you want?
Saying I was talking back just to front
Everybody talkin' shit and they damn right
Damn right, damn right, yeah
Damn right
Saying plastic on my wrist and they damn right
Damn right
Damn right, yeah
Damn right
Say I'm biting on their hits and they damn right
Damn right, damn right, yeah
[Verse 8]
Your boy got a brat doll hair
He wanna quick bite with the lights on-air
Your pop got a beat with the Jay-Z snare, but the wife just sucks and she got no flare, I
Clap like religion
Move like snakes when I make my decision
Bye, bye, bye, better watch the precision
Wanna be me, but you got no ambition
[Verse 9]
Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo
Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo
Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo
Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita
[Verse 10]
What you want?
Everybody know my name, what you want?
Saying I just came to flake like croissants
Everybody talking shit and they damn right
Damn right, damn right, yeah
Damn right
Saying plastic on my wrist an they damn right
Damn right
Damn right, yeah
Damn right
Say I'm biting on their hits and they damn right
Damn right, damn right, yeah
Written by: Audrey Chu, Nate Donmoyer, Anwar Sawyer
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