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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
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Künstler:in
Oogie Mane
Oogie Mane
Programmierung
Kimchi
Kimchi
Programmierung
Nest
Nest
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt, III
Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt, III
Komponist:in
Jordan Ortiz
Jordan Ortiz
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Nelida Yew
Nelida Yew
Komponist:in
Konstantin Pyzhov
Konstantin Pyzhov
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
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Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Oogie Mane
Oogie Mane
Produzent:in
Kimchi
Kimchi
Produzent:in
Nest
Nest
Produzent:in
Drew Sliger
Drew Sliger
Mischtechniker:in
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
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Lyrics

I do not know what I'm coppin' Walk in the store, everything is an option They want some heat, so I'm droppin' I'm at the top, so don't think that I'm stoppin' Say you want smoke, but I know that you don't Walk in the store, buy whatever I want Got a new fit, yeah, I'm finna flaunt (I'm working on dying) It ain't my time, so pass the baton, yeah Motherfuckers love to talk shit 'til we pull up And we gonna let the block spin Ride around town in a brand new Benz And the windows got a new tint You know that I stay with my gang, bitch I do not want any new friends Get in the stu' and make a hit, bitch I don't got any other options My pockets fat, call them Chowder, yeah He is not tubby, a coward, yeah Feel likе a monster, got power, yeah Call thеse bitches a lemon, yeah, they sour, yeah Making a hit every hour, yeah I am a boss, feel like Bowser, yeah Streamin' me all in yo' browsers Don't wan' fuck with you, don't wan' encounter, yeah I make a hit, I just do it for fun I'm makin' money, I'm countin' up fast Poppin' off like I'm a motherfuckin' gun I'm makin' heat, bitch, just call me the sun My pockets is heavy, they weighin' a ton Just getting started, don't think that I'm done Walk in the party, bitch, I'm finna stunt My money big, I ain't talkin' 'bout Pun I kill the beat and I eat it like lunch Feel like the man, I'ma hit you, one punch I am the captain, not talkin' 'bout Crunch That boy a square, I ain't talkin' 'bout sponge I'm a star, but y'all not talkin' Patrick Make three hits and I call that a hat trick Making hits, it's just part of my habits If I see somethin' I like, I'ma grab it At the top, bitch, you know that I'm poppin' In the studio, know that I'm locked in I been hearin' my name, how they talkin' On my IG, I know that you stalkin' You tryna play me, you think that I'm stupid Like I said kill, bitch, you know that I'm ruthless Takin' my chain just like solvin' a Rubix I got a halo and wings like a cupid Eighteen, getting that bread (Fuck) You niggas not out ahead, huh Oh-oh shit, bitch, I'm fed, oh Don't give a fuck 'bout what you said, no Runnin' a race, I'ma win, okay No, boy, they can't match my energy You not my friend, you not kin to me I got some friends and enemies Runnin' fast like my name Naruto That bitch not special, she just a ho Couple friends, know that I keep 'em close Walk in that Saks and I cop some clothes Blue and white on me like Minato I got some subs, call 'em Borutos I don't text back, bitch, I'm going ghost She said I'm trippin', I do the most They stop and they stare I walk in the function, they glare You wanna meet me, you one of my flare You couldn't be me, can't sit in my chair Hope you know I never care Takin' a chance 'cause life is not fair Takin' a risk, I'm takin' that dare If I got some money, just know I'ma share I do not care, I don't give two shits Need some more money, I need me a fix Call up my shawty, I might give her a kiss Carry my songs and I ain't never miss Say that you hard, but you getting dismissed I love some money, you know I'ma flip it Hearin' my songs and I know you ain't skip it They want a song, they say drop a lil' snippet I told 'em I do not play I'm in L.A. on vacay I just ran up a lil' K And then I walk right in that bank Indestructible, feel like a tank Got that ratchet, not talkin' 'bout Clank I run up, but I remain the same Never switch, no, I could never change Motherfuckers love to talk shit 'til we pull up And we gonna let the block spin Ride around town in a brand new Benz And the windows got a new tint You know that I stay with my gang, bitch I do not want any new friends Get in the stu' and make a hit, bitch I don't got any other options My pockets fat, call them Chowder, yeah He is not tubby, a coward, yeah Feel like a monster, got power, yeah Call these bitches a lemon, yeah, they sour, yeah Making a hit every hour, yeah I am a boss, feel like Bowser, yeah Streamin' me all in your browsers Don't wan' fuck with you, don't wan' encounter, yeah
Writer(s): Jordan Ortiz, Edgar Sarratt, Konstantin Ryzhkov, Nelida Yew Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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