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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
MoneySign Suede
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Christien Shade
Songwriter:in
Jaime Brugada Valdez
Songwriter:in
Keanan Self
Songwriter:in
Rohan Sharma
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Will Steller
Mischtechniker:in
GoldFish
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Hydro
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RohXO
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Picaso
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Rosa Brugada
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TK Kimbro
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Valdez Brugada Family
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Lyrics
(I get my work from a narco)
(Hydro)
I don't even like to read the comments (yeah, yeah)
'Cause me and you got nothin' in common (oh, yeah)
I got my hands on the rim, bitch, I'm ballin'
Y'all just stare when I walk, they're probably lookin' at my Robins
I don't even like to read the comments (yeah, yeah)
'Cause me and you got nothin' in common (oh, yeah)
I got my hands on the rim, bitch, I'm ballin'
Y'all just stare when I walk, they're probably lookin' at my Robins
I get her pussy wet, it sound like Ramen
Everything I do, I swear to God, I go all in
How I get her pussy wet, it sounds like macaroni
Don't come and call me dang 'cause you is not my homie
Don't talk about me, 'cause, ****, you don't know me
I keep thinkin' 'bout that bitch, I love the way she rode me
Heard these **** wanna kill me, for them, I'm a trophy
Why the fuck my people sayin' they want the fuckin' old me?
I thought I made you happy with this rappin' shit
Yeah, ****, we were so done with that jackin' shit
Slidin' with a gun and all that, always packin' shit
We had done it 'cause he wanted, now he ain't lackin', bitch
When **** pull up on you, don't you hesitate
Pop it off first, don't you pop it off late
We don't got nothin' in common, me and you is not the same
I don't even like to read the comments (yeah, yeah)
'Cause me, and you got nothin' in common (oh, yeah)
I got my hands on the rim, bitch, I'm ballin'
Y'all just stare when I walk, they're probably lookin' at my Robins
I don't even like to read the comments (yeah, yeah)
'Cause me, and you got nothin' in common (oh, yeah)
I got my hands on the rim, bitch, I'm ballin'
Y'all just stare when I walk, they're probably lookin' at my Robins
Swear to God, me and **** got nothin' in common, **** (got nothin' in common, ****)
I don't even have to read the comments, you heard? ****, man (fuck the comments, ****)
Why the fuck would I-I-I-, why would I pop it at you dumb-ass ****?
(I don't pay attention to no bum-ass ****)
Uh, uh, 50, 40-ass **** (50, 40-ass ****)
We ain't never did that
Bro, stop everything (bro, stop everything)
We got nothin' in common
I don't care about no comments
We got nothin' in common
I don't care about no comments
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy
Written by: Christien Shade, Jaime Brugada Valdez, Keanan Self, Rohan Sharma