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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Homixide Beno!
Stimme und Gesang
Homixide Meechie
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Keyon Thomas
Texte
Demetrius Chatman
Texte
Thomas Herrick
Komponist:in
Eric Jowett
Komponist:in
Garrison J Webster
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
TOOM
Produzent:in
Dreamr
Produzent:in
Vendr
Produzent:in
Phillip “YPTHISBANGS” Williams Jr.
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Lyrics
Uh
It's motherfuckin' Homixide
Uh, what? Uh, yeah
Yeah, SVJ, get nasty, ha (SVJ)
Slide on that block with static, ha
And codeine, yeah, that's my passion, hah (Ah)
I pour that shit in my cup, ha (Ah)
Codeine, sippin' on mud, ha
Codeine, sippin' on blood, ha (Ah)
Put all that shit in my veins (Ah)
I'm a rockstar, still don't give fuck what they say, ha (Ah)
Bang, whole lotta fire, huh (Ah)
And we got sticks in the car, huh (Ah)
We smoke that lil' boy to the sky, huh (Ah)
Ridin' 'round Fairfax Drive, huh
Uh, huh, huh
Smokin' H5, go dumb (Homixide)
And we got big stick, hundred-round drum (Ah)
We gon' knock off, you petty lil' bitch (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
I got a bitch on my dick, hit a split
Ride with a chopper that'll cut off ya neck
Reachin' for anything, cut off ya wrists
Homixide Gang, nigga, anybody get it
Bitch, you goin' 7:30 (Gang)
Knock off your head, we'll put it to rest (Homixide)
Rest, yeah, stackin' the racks up on top of my head
Breakin' my legs, can't feel my legs (Gang, gang)
Her in my hands, doin' a dance (Gang)
Goin' so dumb, we like Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy
Runnin' around here, we smokin' these pussies, hold on
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Hit it, hold on
Hit it, hold on (Goin' so dumb, we like Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy)
Hold on (Ah)
Yeah, hold on
Yeah, SVJ, get nasty, hah (SVJ)
Slide on that block with static, hah (Gang)
And codeine, yeah, that's my passion, hah (Homixide, ah)
Pour that shit in my cup, hah (Ah)
Codeine, sippin' on mud, hah
Codeine, sippin' on blood, hah (Ah)
Put all that shit in my veins (Homixide, Homixide)
I'm a rockstar, still don't give fuck what they say, ha
Bang, whole lotta fire, huh (Gang)
And we got sticks in the car, huh (Ah, gang)
We smoke that lil' boy to the sky, huh
Ridin' 'round Fairfax Drive, huh (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Uh, huh, huh (Gang)
Smokin' H5, go dumb (Homixide, Homixide)
And we got big stick, hundred-round drum (Ah)
We gon' knock off, you petty lil' bitch (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Writer(s): Keyon Thomas, Garrison Webster, Eric Jowett, Thomas Herrick, Demetrius Chatman
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