Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Homixide Beno!
Homixide Beno!
Stimme und Gesang
Homixide Meechie
Homixide Meechie
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Keyon Thomas
Keyon Thomas
Texte
Demetrius Chatman
Demetrius Chatman
Texte
Thomas Herrick
Thomas Herrick
Komponist:in
Vadim Novytskyi
Vadim Novytskyi
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
TOOM
TOOM
Produzent:in
Ozi
Ozi
Produzent:in
Phillip “YPTHISBANGS” Williams Jr.
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Lyrics

(I know) (I know it's been hard) What? Yeah, ice, shawty somethin' nice My type, huh, bad bitch bright Yeah, I'm keepin' my tool, yeah I ain't going like old dude (What?) Uh, yeah, black diamonds, yeah, they come out the pool (Woo) Yeah, water fool (Woo), yeah, the pussy so wet She give me neck and I swish the bitch (What?) Uh, yeah, I know it's the best (What? I know) Uh, yeah, and I swear it's the best, uh (What?) 41 pointers, huh, ain't nothin' less (No bap) Huh (No bap) I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout a check (No bap) My eyes close when I'm thinkin' 'bout a check (No bap) Huh, huh, huh, you play in the shit Know you get stretched (What?) Huh, yeah, Issey Miyake, all on my chest (Woo) Uh, yeah, pussy and designer, all on her dress (Woo) Yeah, checkin' her swag, she swaggin' the best (Ah) (I know) Check out my swag, nigga (Ah) Check out my bitch too (I know it's been hard) What? Uh, uppin' my clip Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, huh, you know I get money All in the hill Palm Springs, dummy, play in this shit Knock off of ya tummy Uh (What?) We coachin' ya living, while countin' up digits (What?) Ain't worried 'bout these peasants Uh, they all in they way (Homixide, Homixide) We spend it for days, huh (Homixide, Homixide) Yeah, we eatin' lil' boy for lunch, filet mignon (What? I know) Yeah, hunnid band on me, plates, so you know he got ate (Ah) Yeah, hunnid man on the top So you know he got sprayed (Ah, I know it's been hard) Homixide, Homixide, Homixide You know we rock this way (Ah) Yeah, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide Tatted on my face Shwhat? (Uh) We change the way that we livin' All in the hills, it's Beverly Came out the block scrapin' Ecstasy Thankin' to God, he bless us And they still got a nigga flamed for they life Wanna be a boss, pay the price (Homixide) I'm sippin' codeine without the ice, hold on (Hold on) I can't show what I'm going through (Hold on) No, I can't make the wrong moves (Hold on) Put a nigga ass on Channel 2, huh, huh (Homixide) Life's rough so don't cry, puttin' 'em out on the front lines Homixide, yeah, the top five Shawty only think like me, dressin' all black like me (Let's go) Red bottoms on her feet (Let's go) She cleanin' it up, chlorine Baby, you fuckin' with a nigga out the streets I can not sit down and get nothin' to eat Let's go outta state and get out the scene California breeze, walkin' on the beach Huh, huh, uh, uh (I know) (I know it's been hard) (Being alone) (I know it's been hard)
Writer(s): Keyon Thomas, Herrick Thomas Brent, Vadim Novytskyi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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