Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
tana
Stimme und Gesang
Lancey Foux
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Steven D. Lewis
Songwriter:in
Ethan McCallum-Williams
Songwriter:in
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter:in
Cade Blodgett
Songwriter:in
Gian Baba
Songwriter:in
Lance Omal
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
pinkgrillz88
Produzent:in
Gian Luca Baba
Produzent:in
Taz Taylor
Produzent:in
Joseph Colmenero
Mischtechniker:in
CADE
Produzent:in
xgiannii
Produzent:in
Lyrics
(Giannii)
Gon' be myself forever, fuck what them people say
You said we was forever, then left me the next day
And I ain't come to play
Comin' for necks, like, count your days
'Cause it ain't another way (another way)
(Yeah, bitch)
No, I cannot give you a dollar (no)
I step when my feet in that Prada (that Prada)
(Okay, let's go)
This real Givenchy on my collar (Givenchy on my collar)
Lil' gentleman, bitch, I'm a scholar (lil' bitch)
Bitch, I'm swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna (swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna)
I'm on my fuck all them niggas shit (fuck all them niggas)
I took a trip to the dentist, bitch (trip to the dentist)
Now I got diamonds between my lips (diamonds between)
I gotta keep me a cooler kit (cooler kit)
'Cause you know I might just shoot a bitch (shoot a bitch)
You gotta watch who you coolin' with (coolin' with)
A nigga move wrong, I might shoot this bitch up (buh, buh)
Gon' be myself forever (myself), fuck what them people say (they say)
You said we was forever, then left me the next day
And I ain't come to play
Comin' for necks, like, count your days
'Cause it ain't another way (another way)
Gon' be myself forever (myself forever), fuck what them people say
You said we was forever, then left me the next day
And I ain't come to play
Comin' for necks, like, count your days
'Cause it ain't another way (another way)
(Yeah, chyeah, bitch)
No, I cannot give you a dollar (no, ha)
I step when my feet in that Prada (that Prada, ooh, whoa)
(Okay, let's go)
This real Givenchy on my collar (Givenchy on my collar, ha)
Lil' gentleman, bitch, I'm a scholar (yeah)
Bitch, I'm swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna
(Oh-oh, whoa)
Pull it up, start a play, huh
See how I seize the day, huh
See how I snatch your bae, ooh-ooh, oh
Uh, see how I trim her waist, uh (her waist)
She ready to catch a fade (a fade)
Wadey, I shoot in the rain, uh
She attracted to my pain, uh (to my pain)
She ready to claim my name (claim, whoa)
I know she won't complain
When the G-Wagon switchin' the lanes
I love to see her naked (whoa), everything about her true
Tryna understand her moves, I know what she wanna do, ooh-ooh
Gon' be myself forever (chyeah), fuck what them people say (ha)
You said we was forever, then left me the next day
And I ain't come to play
Comin' for necks, like, count your days
'Cause it ain't another way (another way)
(Yeah, bitch)
No, I cannot give you a dollar (no)
I step when my feet in that Prada (that Prada, ha, chyeah)
(Okay, let's go)
This real Givenchy on my collar (Givenchy on my collar, ooh-ooh)
Lil' gentleman, bitch, I'm a scholar (oh, yeah)
Bitch, I'm swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna (swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna)
Writer(s): Steven Lewis, Lance Omal, Ethan Mccallum Williams, Gian Baba, Cade Blodgett
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