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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Double A-Ron
Double A-Ron
Künstler:in
Jdillon
Jdillon
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jdillon
Jdillon
Texte
Aaron Burton
Aaron Burton
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DillyGotItBumpin
DillyGotItBumpin
Produzent:in

Lyrics

I been walking 'round with zero bitches I don't got no misses, bitches tell me "Mind yo' business" Had to switch it up, don't give no fucks about your mistress Got a tummy tuck, and now she asking for forgiveness Uh, bitch, who you kidding? Gotta cross you up, bitch, I been balling so religious Rocking white kicks, I been dunking double digits I been eating good 'cause I got bitches superstitious Fed's don't got no clue, my bank account is so suspicious Like a broken record in the book that's titled Guinness Please just hear me out, no, I ain't talking 'bout no midgets Why you going quiet-eyed rapping? Dude, no crickets Check my flip-phone, fuck it, I'ma spend my minutes Barbies burning bridges, bringing bitches to they limits Whipping in the kitchen, riding wood like they some witches I'm Nintendo Switch-ing up the flow like I be glitching I been wit' yo' bitch this whole time that she's been missing Uh A-Ron, bro', please let me get one verse, bro', please 'Kay, just don't fuck this up (You can't walk around with a chip on your shoulder) Ayy, yuh Chip on my shoulder, but I'm still growing older In my element, like so full People come around like vultures when I (walk around) I swear it's really that simple New song so fire like candles Look at her smile, no dimples But I got the ring that make her wanna risk it Text dryer than a Popeyes biscuit New collab', you never wanna miss it Lots at stake, cooking up brisket Treat me with respect Gotta get this off my chest Like bench press, know the rest I won't wait for your text You might have dollars, but I got more sense Glad I can say your name by using past tense Me and A-Ron like some dogs inside that white picket fence When I see you walk around, girl, it get so intense She so despicable, effort put in is minimal I'm just acting so typical, why you thinking I'm into you? Aaron, talking 'bout midgets, but I'm gon' spin her like fidgets After I ask for the digits, Double A-Ron knows that I did it, yuh You can't walk around with a chip on your shoulder Uh, yeah 'Cause it can bring you down Just remember I told you Hey there And if you doing good, uh And it will come back to ya, uh
Writer(s): Aaron Burton, Jackson Dillon, Roberto Guerra Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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