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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Yeat
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Noah Smith
Songwriter:in
Richard Ortiz
Songwriter:in
Arman Andican
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
F1lthy
Produzent:in
AM
Produzent:in
Noah Smith
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Joe LaPorta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
(Wake up, F1lthy)
Yeah (yeah, woo)
I feel the crank comin' on, lil' bitch, it's burnin' (ooh, woo)
My wifey say she love me, I bought her a Birkin (woo, woo)
It's simple to get like this, you just don't deserve it (uh-uh)
I fucked the whole game up, bitch, I'm inside the cervix
They asked why I crashed the Benz, I don't give no purpose (skrrt, ooh-ooh)
I been takin' the Perc' for anxiety, but I don't get nervous (woo, ha, ha), yeah
They be high talkin' crazy, look, they don't really got courage (ooh)
At the top of the basement broke as hell, I was eating on porridge (woo, yeah)
I done poured a deuce of that Wock' and a line of flourish (ooh, woo)
You could tell they don't really got money, could tell they malnourished (woo, yeah)
I don't even flex a lot, when I do, couple peoples embarrassed (yeah, woo)
Tapped in with the fashion, pulled up on Virgil outside in Paris (ooh)
I'm knowing this album 'bout to go platinum, put it on my parents (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh)
I don't got time to be shit talkin', you could speak to the carats (no way)
They watching everything I do, repeat it like parrots (brr)
And to be honest, they can't even do it like me, so I could care less (oh)
Half a Perc' mixed with a bean, bitch, I could feel this
I told the dealership I'm a star, put it in the ceilings
I just went up (ah, ah), up
I just went up, up (ah), and it's stuck (ah)
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (woo-ooh)
Yeah, I been high as the birds, birds, birds, birds, birds (woo-ooh)
I got a twin on the way and he lurk, lurk, lurk, lurk, lurk (woo-ooh)
I just pulled up on the side and I-
swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (woo-ooh, skrrt)
I really went to the crank and it hurt, it burnt, I learnt (woo-ooh)
I did it again, bitch, it's my turn (uh-huh)
We see you sitting 'round the place, we lurkin'
yeah, we hit you up, and left your ass nourished
I just be takin' that X with the Perc'
and they know that for sure that I'm leaving the earth
I just keep doin' what I'm doin'
no, I don't listen to shit, lil' bitch, I don't learn
(Wake up, F1lthy)
Yeah (yeah, woo)
I feel the crank comin' on, lil' bitch, it's burnin' (woo, ooh)
My wifey say she love me, I bought her a Birkin (woo, woo)
It's simple to get like this, you just don't deserve it (uh-uh)
I fucked the whole game up, bitch, I'm inside the cervix
They asked why I crashed the Benz, I don't give no purpose (skrrt, ooh-ooh)
I been takin' the Perc' for anxiety, but I don't get nervous (woo, ha, ha), yeah
They be high talkin' crazy, look, they don't really got courage (ooh)
At the top of the basement broke as hell, I was eating on porridge (woo, yeah)
I done poured a deuce of that Wock' and a line of flourish (woo, ooh)
You could tell they don't really got money, could tell they malnourished (woo, yeah)
I don't even flex a lot, when I do, couple peoples embarrassed (woo, yeah)
Tapped in with the fashion, pulled up on Virgil outside in Paris (woo, ooh)
I'm knowing this album 'bout to go platinum, put it on my parents (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh)
I don't got time to be shit talkin', you could speak to the carats (no way)
They watching everything I do, repeat it like parrots (brr)
And to be honest, they can't even do it like me, so I could care less (ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Writer(s): Richard Ortiz, Arman Andican, Noah Smith
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