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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Stimme und Gesang
Linda Martell
Linda Martell
Sprecher:in
Shaboozey
Shaboozey
Stimme und Gesang
DJ Dede Mandrake
DJ Dede Mandrake
Sampling-Künstler:in
Jack Segal
Jack Segal
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Songwriter:in
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Songwriter:in
Khirye Tyler
Khirye Tyler
Songwriter:in
Collins Obinna Chibueze
Collins Obinna Chibueze
Songwriter:in
DJ Dede Mandrake
DJ Dede Mandrake
Songwriter:in
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Beyoncé
Beyoncé
Produzent:in
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Produzent:in
Khirye Tyler
Khirye Tyler
Co-Produzent:in
Stuart White
Stuart White
Mischtechniker:in
Matheus Braz
Matheus Braz
Ingenieurassistent:in
Henrique Andrade
Henrique Andrade
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Patrick Gardner
Patrick Gardner
Ingenieurassistent:in
Danforth Webster
Danforth Webster
Ingenieurassistent:in
Jonathan Lopez Garcia
Jonathan Lopez Garcia
Ingenieurassistent:in
Terena Dawn
Terena Dawn
Ingenieurassistent:in
Garrett Duncan
Garrett Duncan
Ingenieurassistent:in
Conner McFarland
Conner McFarland
Ingenieurassistent:in
Nick Sutton
Nick Sutton
Ingenieurassistent:in
Andrea Roberts
Andrea Roberts
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
John Cranfield
John Cranfield
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Genres are a funny little concept, aren't they? Yes, they are That Beyoncé Virgo shit In theory, they have a simple definition that's easy to understand But in practice, well, some may feel confined I swear for God is 'bout to hit it Jeeze, oh, ah Woop Right Right, ah, oh I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang At the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos, damn it, damn it And I'm still on your head, cornrows, damn it, damn it They call me the captain, the catwalk assassin When they know it's slappin', then here come the yappin' All of the snitchin', and all of this bitchin' Just a fishin' expedition, dumb admission In the kitchen cookin' up them chickens Extra leg, but I ain't even tryna kick it Cunty, country, petty, petty, petty All the same to me, Plain Jane, spaghetti No sauce, no sauce, ugh Too soft, too soft, ugh They salty, they shootin', like Curry One hand on my holster, then pass it to Hova Thought it was sweet when they was walkin' In the backdoor of the kitchen past the dirty dishes Now we on a mission, tried to turn me to the opposition I'm appalled 'bout the proposition Y'all been played by the plagiaristic Ain't gon' give no clout addiction my attention I ain't no regular singer, now come get everythin' you came for I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang (They still love your flame, ain't no game or I'll pierce your heart) I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) Come get everythin' you came for Ayy, howl to the moon (howl to the moon) Howl to the moon Outlaws with me, they gon' shoot Keep the code, break the rules (break the rules) We gon' ride for every member that we lose Someone here brought fire, ain't no tellin' who Play it cool Know the lawman watchin' me every time I move Bounty on my head, can't go west, they on my shoes No matter what the charges is, we ain't gon' tell the truth
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Shawn C. Carter, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Jack Siegel, Terius Adamu Ya Gesteelde-diamant, Dede Mandrake, Collins Obinna Chibueze Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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