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Upcoming Concerts for Babyface Ray, Landstrip Chip & Pusha T

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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Stimme und Gesang
Landstrip Chip
Landstrip Chip
Stimme und Gesang
Pusha T
Pusha T
Stimme und Gesang
OG Parker
OG Parker
Programmierung
Romano
Romano
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Marcellus Register
Marcellus Register
Songwriter:in
Terrance Williams
Terrance Williams
Songwriter:in
Dominique Bryant-Jones
Dominique Bryant-Jones
Songwriter:in
Jordan Holt-May
Jordan Holt-May
Songwriter:in
Terrence Thronton
Terrence Thronton
Songwriter:in
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
OG Parker
OG Parker
Produzent:in
Romano
Romano
Produzent:in
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Mischtechnikerassistent:in

Lyrics

(Romano) (OG Parker) Sippin' all this drank make it hard for me to think Diamonds on my chain just to cover up this pain (yeah) If I ain't have a thing, would you still treat me the same? (Huh?) Gotta charge it to the game They would stab me in my back every time if I would let 'em Heart cold, so I went rose gold diamonds on my bezel Ain't never get mad, just went up another level Yeah, I've been dancing with the devil Watch 'em flock when you having your way They say love get you killed, gotta die anyway Thugs got feelings too, had to stand in the rain I'm disguisin' the pain, traumatized from the game Yeah, elevators going straight to the penthouse You gon' see the same faces when you comin' down I put some money to the side for a big house I told my mama, "I don't never wanna see you frown" I've been spendin' time alone 'cause these niggas clowns And these hoes hands out, ain't got shit to give 'em I do everything they ask, how am I the villain? Weight was placed on my back, I was forced to lift it Weight was placed on my back, I was forced to lift it I still pull 'em in when it's scorchin', nigga Gotta pray for my soul 'cause it's torture, really Still sippin' drank 'cause my pain runnin' deep Sippin' all this drank make it hard for me to think Diamonds on my chain just to cover up this pain (yeah) If I ain't have a thing, would you still treat me the same? (Huh?) Gotta charge it to the game They would stab me in my back every time if I would let 'em Heart cold, so I went rose gold diamonds on my bezel Ain't never get mad, just went up another level Yeah, I've been dancing with the devil She hop in every flight, she fuckin' who she want Take the words out your mouth just before it leave your tongue Bottega from her purse to her pumps Heart eyes every first of the month Sugar daddy, she call me honey bun Papercuts, had to mummy wrap my thumbs It's no fun when the rabbit got the gun Hundred carats and my Uzi weighs a ton Baby, you can't use him when his money flowing fluid And he's into prostitution See, I buy Birkins, so my drive-bys worth it And I'm gon' spend it 'cause I'm not perfect So share my world and tell me what's these purchases When you've been the wave and them bricks still surfin' it? Detroit niggas claimin' turf again Me and Babyface Ray cookin' work again, gone Sippin' all this drank make it hard for me to think Diamonds on my chain just to cover up this pain (yeah) If I ain't have a thing, would you still treat me the same? (Huh?) Gotta charge it to the game They would stab me in my back every time if I would let 'em Heart cold, so I went rose gold diamonds on my bezel Ain't never get mad, just went up another level Yeah, I've been dancing with the devil
Writer(s): Terence Williams, Keanu Dean Torres, Jordan Holt-may, Fabio Aguillarr, Joshua Parker, Dominique Bryant Jones, Terrence Thornton, Marcellus Rayvon Register Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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