Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Isaiah Uceff Felder
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
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Her crib from the place that I live
She told me she could see her crib from the place that I live
She told me she could see her crib from the place that I live
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Nigga after I go turn up these Cartis, I'ma tint up the Benz
Cushion cut emerald diamonds, princess cut and flower setting
Nigga the work a 9 say it's 10
Scribble on the check with a pen
Right now I'm wearing Dior but you know I rock Louie linen
50 Cent glass jaw, shoot his chin
Nigga chase a dub chase a ben
Don't got real love, why pretend?
Living hell on earth, gotta sin
Chickens in the trap raising hens
You a grinchsta den raise your hand
Nick Jonas, do a play for a band
Smoking dope got an 8th in my rib
Penthouse by god where I live
At night, I could see all three bridge
Catching matta, think I'm in love she use all hands like a squid
Informants they work with the pigs
Counterfeit old hunnits, no strips
My young ones swipe with the chip
Move tact nigga better have pipe in this bitch
First class on a flight catch a trip
Ambient lights in the whip
Hate when I sip on some tris
I pour up Wockhardt my eyes close
Grinchnista got locked for a iPhone
In the Mclaren, I'm dogging the potholes
How I make it out the hood they think I done hit the lotto
Got a FEVER, ace of spade bottle on my head just to cool down
Like Gunna I drip or I drown
I done hit stains just for a pound
I won't fuck your bitch she a rebound
Juice Wrld might sip 16Oz
I'm a boss, you a clown
Back out the gun, fuck a pound
Plug like my pops make me smile
One time got snaked that was foul
Ain't been down in a while
So long I don't know who really down
Wrist and neck cold like a mountain
You can't work, you can't count
Lord, I get mad when it bounce
Got niggas that loot then they bounce
Grinch 4 Gzz, you a slouch
Take your whole stash take your pouch
Arm & Hammer sitting in the cabinet
10K outfit sitting on the couch
Can't turn around if you doubt
I'm still getting paid off the route
I'm thinking bout copping me some earrings that the price of a house
Nigga better be quite like mouse
Nigga better not be a mouse
You know I got demons that talk to me that tell me go break bro out
Nigga the work a 9 say it's 10
Scribble on the check with a pen
Right now I'm wearing Dior but you know I rock Louie linen
50 cent glass jaw, shoot his chin
Nigga chase a dub chase a ben
Don't got real love, why pretend?
Living in hell on earth gotta sin
Chickens in the trap raising hens
You a grinchsta den raise your hand
Nick Jonas, do a play for a band
Smoking dope got an 8th in my rib
Penthouse by god where I live
At night, I could see all three bridge
Catching matta, think I'm in love she use all hands like a squid
Writer(s): Isaiah Felder
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