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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Homixide Beno!
Homixide Beno!
Stimme und Gesang
Homixide Meechie
Homixide Meechie
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Cody Rounds
Cody Rounds
Komponist:in
Demetrius Chatman
Demetrius Chatman
Texte
Keyon Thomas
Keyon Thomas
Texte
Daniel Mohammadi
Daniel Mohammadi
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Cxdy
Cxdy
Produzent:in
Phillip “YPTHISBANGS” Williams Jr.
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
upmadeit
upmadeit
Produzent:in
jstcap
jstcap
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Lyrics

Ready? (Perfect) Hol' on (hol' on) Hol' on (hol' on) Hol' on (hol' on, hol' on) Tell 'em, "Bring the Fanta" (yeah) Tell 'em, "Bring the Fanta," we blazin' flames Stackin' up shit, we don't let up (hol' on) Hit 'em and shit, hold her legs up (yeah) Bad lil' bitch wanna pull on my chains (put on my chains) Told her bring all her friends for the gang (friends for the gang) We got the drugs and we smokin' on pain (we smokin' on pain) Hol' up, hol' up, they on the same thing Codeine in my cup (codeine in my cup) Rollin' that Runtz up inside of my blunt (inside of my blunt) Gettin' so high 'til we can't feel a thing (can't feel a thing) Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on I'm with the fives and we blazin' like flames (what?) Slime one of us and we slide with a stick (blatt) Get to the money, we stackin' it up (hol' on) All of my niggas, we tryna get rich (what?) Blaze so hot, nigga, five is a flame Hol' on Hol' on (what?) Hol' on (what?) Hol' on (what?) 730, knowin' I'm blastin' this blick (blastin' this blick) Try a nigga shit and get knocked off your feet Hol' on (what?) Hol' on (hol' on) Hol' on (what?) Hol' on (hol' on) Hop out that G-S, it's a wide body kit (wide body) Five percent on the tint lil' bitch (what?) Clutchin' my switch when I ride through the 6 (brrt) Huh, y'all gettin' shot in this bitch (hol' on) Huh, y'all gettin' shot in this bitch (hol' on) Wipe out they whole crew, long live, bitch, huh (hol' on, hol' on) Huh, standin' on the block like a Don (what?) Standin' on the block with my ones (what?) Came from the bottom, it's stuck, huh (it's stuck) Fuck 'em lil' boys, they some marks (what?), huh, huh, yeah We shoot at the boy like some darts (we shoot at the boy) Boy had a TEC for the boy, huh, huh (what?) He a smelly lil' boy, huh (what?) Get him outta here (it's Homixide, what?) Tell 'em, "Bring the Fanta" (tell 'em, "Bring the Fanta") Tell 'em, "Bring the Fanta" (hol' up, hol' up), we blazin' flames Stackin' up shit, we don't let up (stack up, bih') Hit 'em and shit, hold her legs up (let's go) Bad lil' bitch wanna pull on my chain (what?) Told her bring all her friends for the gang (go, what?) We got the drugs and we smokin' on pain (Homixide) Hol' up, hol' up, they on the same thing (hol' up) Codeine in my cup (codeine in my cup) Rollin' that Runtz up inside of my blunt (inside of my blunt) Gettin' so high 'til we can't feel a thing (this high) Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on I'm with the fives and we blazin' like flames Slime one of us and we slide with a stick (slide with a stick) Get to the money, we stackin' it up (stackin' it up) All of my niggas, we tryna get rich ('Kay) Blaze so hot, nigga, five is a flame He a smelly lil' boy, huh Get him outta here
Writer(s): Cody H. Rounds, Keyon Thomas, Demetrius Chatman Jr, Daniel Mohammadi, Kwasi Andoh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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