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IDK - Up The Score (feat. Benny the Butcher)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
IDK
IDK
Stimme und Gesang
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Stimme und Gesang
The Cecil Holmes Soulful Sounds
The Cecil Holmes Soulful Sounds
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Anthony Camillo
Anthony Camillo
Songwriter:in
Jason Mills
Jason Mills
Songwriter:in
Jeremie Damon Pennick
Jeremie Damon Pennick
Songwriter:in
Tobias Breuer
Tobias Breuer
Songwriter:in
Mary Ann Sawyer
Mary Ann Sawyer
Songwriter:in
IDK
IDK
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Eden Eliah Nagar
Eden Eliah Nagar
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Nic Wheeler
Nic Wheeler
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Calin Enache
Calin Enache
Mischtechniker:in
Rascal
Rascal
Produzent:in
Wil Anspach
Wil Anspach
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Lyrics

You niggas ain't it, ha You up the score, we up the score, it ain't much to come spin You double-back, we triple-back, quadruple, fuck it, come quint- Hmm, huh, you gotta wave the white flag, that's the only way to end Haha, I'm tryna win Can't fuck with niggas that fuck with opps, see, that's dangerous Can't talk to niggas that talk to cops, see, that's dangerous These bitches givin' up the drop, see, that's dangerous (oh) Can't fuck with niggas that fuck with opps, see, that's dangerous Can't talk to niggas that talk to cops, see, that's dangerous These bitches givin' up the drop, see, that's dangerous (oh) If I slide, then it's gon' be a scene He ain't die, run it back again, ha .223's runnin' through your house, ha You should've never ran your mouth, ha You act like you don't know what we about, ha You act like breathin' don't compare to clout, ha We gave him five, he still walkin' 'round, ha Next time, we gon' walk him down, ha Every day, we on the block, we on that same strip Front line, ready to stop, we on the same shit Talkin' this and this and that, y'all just be sayin' shit (oh) You niggas ain't it Can't fuck with niggas that fuck with opps You up the score, we up the score, it ain't much to come spin These bitches givin' up the drops You double-back, we tripe-back, quadruple, fuck it, come quint- Can't fuck with niggas that fuck with opps You gotta wave the white flag, that's the only way to end These bitches givin' up the drop, see, that's dangerous (haha, I'm tryna win) Really don't like you (I don't like you) I just went on a competition, like Mike do Spin on niggas, like Michael (Jackson) Wave that stick, like a maestro (woo) I hear you rappin' that killer shit, like you psycho Y'all play tough for the white folks When it's war, I ain't fuckin' bitches, that's really not my style (I'm chillin') I got all my hoes blocked, until somebody get knocked down (word) You know it come with this shit, that's part of wearin' a crown Some niggas ready, some niggas not, some niggas might throw in that towel Careful what you wish for, you just might get sent for It could be your lucky day, you should've played the pick 4 (haha) Dropped a quarter on your hood, and I could've spent more Y'all niggas not bulletproof, but I just did the Benz doors You niggas ain't it Can't fuck with niggas that fuck with opps You up the score, we up the score, it ain't much to come spin These bitches givin' up the drops You double-back, we tripe-back, quadruple, fuck it, come quint- Can't fuck with niggas that fuck with opps You gotta wave the white flag, that's the only way to end These bitches givin' up the drop, see, that's dangerous (haha, I'm tryna win)
Writer(s): Tony Camillo, Tobias Breuer, Eden Eliah Nagar, Jeremie Pennick, Jason Mills, Mary Jane Sawyer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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