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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
NoCap
NoCap
Stimme und Gesang
SoFaygo
SoFaygo
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Andre Burt Jr.
Andre Burt Jr.
Songwriter:in
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter:in
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Gene Hixon
Gene Hixon
Mischtechniker:in
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Produzent:in

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(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin' Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect Whoa, I can't pick the phone up, bitch, I'm swervin' I been goin' hard, but still ain't scratched the surface (damn) I had to take off like I was on the run, yeah I been sittin' here, smokin' dope, this shit don't hurt my lungs, yeah (yeah) I'll buy you Balenci', baby, if you worth it (Whoa) 'cause I ran this shit up (yeah, yeah) Like to count it faster (yeah, yeah) Like to cause disaster (whoa, yeah, yeah) And then I go back Casper (whoa, whoa) Bitch, I been dodgin' demons (skrrt) Tesla, shout out Elon, inside look like Reese's (yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? Bitch) Left her heart in pieces (bitch) I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin' Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect I'm home alone, but I keep havin' sold out shows I like my bankroll different colors like my hos They thought I'd be a bum, I'm dripped in Who Decide War This Tempur-Pedic start to feel just like the graveyard I always wondered, would you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect Smokin' out McDonald's drive-thru in the foreign whip Only thing up in these denims, couple racks in tip Bro ain't never had abortions, but he come to kid It's hard on me that we don't speak very often But long as these voices in my head keep talkin' Seem like everywhere I go, it feels haunted, huh Promise, this is not the life I wanted Nigga locked down, fightin' cases, problem that a producer can't beat Like troddin' on the concrete, you ain't really meant to be in these streets Shoulda never thought this shit was sweet Now I'm tryna catch her comin' out the hotel Flew a bougie bitch back to Mobile I ain't take the bitch to the club once I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin' Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect Uh, uh
Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks, Kobe Crawford, Jack Daniels, Bonnie Thompson, Andre Dontrel Burt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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