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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tanna Leone
Tanna Leone
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter:in
Avante Santana
Avante Santana
Songwriter:in
Matthew Craft
Matthew Craft
Songwriter:in
Daniel Donovan
Daniel Donovan
Songwriter:in
Daniel Moras Raab
Daniel Moras Raab
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Daniel Mxras
Daniel Mxras
Produzent:in
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Produzent:in
James Craft
James Craft
Produzent:in
Johnny Kosich
Johnny Kosich
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mischtechniker:in
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Mischtechniker:in
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Rachel Blum
Rachel Blum
Mischtechnikerassistent:in

Lyrics

She on go mode She wanna eat eat I don't blame her We in a ten-speed She look good to me too I call her 10pc I'm a made man I make history I was sliding through the mud In the big leagues Turf full of contraband movin quickly My money fresh pressed That mean it's clean clean Checks keep on callin Like ring ring I was seein hood things off the porch Now my key fob come wit a horse Come and ride wit a certified dreamer We in a cowboy car not a Beamer And we fresh pressed baby no steamer Later on we gone see if you screamer I'm going fast in this whip It's a check in my bag With a bad lil yitch I do not check the dash This ain't my first yeehaw So I'm back going bad She love how I switch lanes I'm a vet when I mash I was minding my own now she pressing to smash Left hand on the wheel Right hand on her lap Then a nigga pulled up on the side, Tryna race Switched modes on the dummy Left his ass in the back She on go mode She wanna eat eat I don't blame her We in a ten-speed She look good to me too I call her 10pc I'm a made man I make history I was sliding through the mud In the big leagues Turf full of contraband movin quickly My money fresh pressed That mean it's clean clean Checks keep on callin Like ring ring She wanna drive my whip Ride my stick And spin my wheels till her head gets sick She looked me in the eyes Said she loved that shit One more surprise when the gear box shifts Opps can't catch up And blues won't catch us Swap my plates so the news can't fetch us Eat my dust and my nuts till your fed up Her eyes get wide every time I rev up She on go mode She wanna eat me I don't blame her We in a ten-speed She on go mode She wanna eat eat I don't blame her We in a ten-speed She look good to me too I call her 10pc I'm a made man I make history I was sliding through the mud In the big leagues Turf full of contraband movin quickly My money fresh pressed That mean it's clean clean Checks keep on callin Like ring ring
Writer(s): Daniel Donovan, Alex Christian Jean Petit, Daniel Moras Raab, Avante Santana, Matthew Craft Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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