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Don Toliver - 5 TO 10 [Official Audio]
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
Songwriter:in
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Songwriter:in
Josiah Sherman
Josiah Sherman
Songwriter:in
Nik Frascona
Nik Frascona
Songwriter:in
Ozan Yildren
Ozan Yildren
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Buddy Ross
Buddy Ross
Zusätzliche:r Produzent:in
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Zusätzliche:r Produzent:in
FKi 1st
FKi 1st
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Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Nik D
Nik D
Produzent:in
Oz
Oz
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Lyrics

I go five to ten, gon' and lock me in Ride me like a motherfuckin' Harley How you mean? I'm the highest kid Ride me like a motherfuckin' Harley I'm rockin' the cage Oh, yes, I'm big paid and I feel like an ape, and I'm rockin' the stage Got too much trauma and too many problems, I'm 'bout to get faded Ain't nobody know that's your girl, nobody, nobody would name it I went and sipped out the Fanta today to break all the pain, and (Where are you, my love? Where are you, my love?) (Where are you, my love? Where are you, my love?) I go five to ten, gon' and lock me in Ride me like a motherfuckin' Harley How you mean? I'm the highest kid Ride me like a motherfuckin' Harley She rollin' like a rollercoaster, damn, lil' shawty rollin' I know this shit won't get too far, but I wanna control it I went to go to drive the car, I whip it like it's stolen Like it's stolen (where we goin' tonight?) She finna throw the Rick Owen on, it's time to meet your friend She let me stroke, I'm hittin' the drum, I'm goin', I'm goin' again (goin' again) My body on bottom, my body on top, ain't nobody finna come stop it (stop it) She ridin' that dick like a Harley, she squeeze, I got baby rubbin' I go five to ten, gon' and lock me in Ride me like a motherfuckin' Harley How you mean? I'm the highest kid Ride me like a motherfuckin' Harley I come down off the beans She's on top, lean on me Call my name, boy, I'm geeked I'm here, throwed off the seams Yes, I'm here, come here Hitting that bag like Tyson Throw it in the car, don't hide it Get the chance and I might bite it, yeah Guess I'm where I'm supposed to be She never say no to me She bumped me a hundred Gs I love bein' in love in the night Ayy, man, I'm proud of you, man You one of the coldest followers of madness Your mama, your dad, they raised you right, baby You do what you do, and I'm proud of you, man I'm gon' tell you, I love you, keep continuin' doin' what you doin' And you gon' be the baddest someone motherfuckin' made ever I love you, peace, baby, I love you, man
Writer(s): Derek Anderson, Ozan Yildirim, Caleb Toliver, Nik Frascona, Buddy Ross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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