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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Jay Worthy
Jay Worthy
Stimme und Gesang
A$ton Matthews
A$ton Matthews
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jeffrey Sidhoo
Jeffrey Sidhoo
Songwriter:in
Matthew Lopez
Matthew Lopez
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Local Astronauts
Local Astronauts
Mischtechniker:in
Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Yeah, what's happenin'? Okay, okay, rock, what up? Fuck an interview, my story well known all through the avenues Whole Stroh's gang in Festa Parks where they pick and choose Who gon' have to go in that car or squabble up roots? Strawberries suck like a vacuum, shit I was fifty You lied if you said you ain't did it, hoe I'm from P Street Grimey nigga, weigh you a bag and do a point under Just so I could make a few extras and have a bull summer Slappin Stevie Wonder singin' "Hey lovers, servin' cluckers" That was in the V-Shout, I sold it, that's my real brother Got a wide-tower from Bossa, they playin' deep cover I remember swallowin' baggies that made my heart murmur Jimmy had the best ice cream, I'm talkin' no sherbet It's the shit you only see in the movies, gangsters Uzi slow riders with the gold D wires We really whoopin' dice games, turn the phase real quick Aw damn they shootin', I swear to God I couldn't make this shit up We really do it This the shit you only see in the movies Gangsters with Uzi slow riders with the gold D wires We really whoopin' dice games, turn the phase real quick Aw damn they shootin', I swear to God, I couldn't make this shit up We really do it 20 inch, 4G auto spinning, no I check chicken For your local, yeah Mack 11, just know this West business And the Migos whack that on Ben Davis, the West did it, you smoking huh? Pick out your coffee nigga and rest in it, get pissed on Put a hundred thousand across the border, I'll pull flip phone Devil cuff a purple rain umbrella like I'm Jim Jones Sliding through the North, I'll rock the chopper size of Kim Jong Nigga I'll be stunning, I'll be shining, don't get spent on Jesus Christ, see Jesus peace, run your necklace All you hear is sup, sup, sup is just westness On the skizzy blind folded touchdown specialist 454 if you coppin' doubles put the max It's the shit you only see in the movies, gangsters Uzi slow riders with the gold D wires We really whoopin' dice games, turn the phase real quick Aw damn they shootin', I swear to God I couldn't make this shit up We really do it This the shit you only see in the movies Gangsters with Uzi slow riders with the gold D wires We really whoopin' dice games, turn the phase real quick Aw damn they shootin', I swear to God, I couldn't make this shit up We really do it Here, Alvin, you ready? Yes, sir Alright, this offensive set Second and two on our own twenty-four What defensive set might we call? Eagle zipper hero Unless the setback shifts into the eye Good Third and seven Okie Thunder Lion What's your assignment? Kill the quarterback Hit the tight end so hard his girlfriend dies Kill everybody Here you go
Writer(s): Matthew Lopez, Rahkeim C Meyer, James Jeffery Sidhoo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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