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Raina Simone Henderson
Raina Simone Henderson
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Terry Williamson
Terry Williamson
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Josiah Gillie
Josiah Gillie
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Raina Simone Henderson
Raina Simone Henderson
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Chopp-A-Lot
DJ Chopp-A-Lot
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Bapekash
Bapekash
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Raina Simone Henderson
Raina Simone Henderson
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Lyrics

Like who gon do me sum Man all my partners riding They say they looking ha Why everybody hiding It's the fourth of July They know that we sliding Boocoo money aint a thing Throw it back and make it rain Like who gon do me sum Man all my partners riding They say they looking ha Why everybody hiding It's the fourth of July They know that we sliding Boocoo money aint a thing Throw it back and make it rain Yeah I'm out New York But my mama out Louisiana So I call you baby Cuz you like to hear that southern grammar And it's still free all of my ni*gas locked down in that slammer NRA smiling He got locked with that banana nana Keep acting silly Ima turn you color purple All my life I had to fight It aint nothing to hurt you For what's at stake that drake Send you back In time Like a curfew Murked you I aint no killer Just tryna figure my virtues Somebody praying for the things I take for granted Grateful for my journey though it don't work as I plan it Saturn how my rings wrapped round my fingers It was candid The boy done got shot off guard Tryna take my sh*t And then vanish Whole crew bad snatch everybody They be choosing N*ggas in they phones sneak text us Like Houston Losing To the bills I'm running to the change Got a lil money now the hoochies say my name Like who gon do me sum Man all my partners riding They say they looking ha Why everybody hiding It's the fourth of July They know that we sliding Boocoo money aint a thing Throw it back and make it rain Like who gon do me sum Man all my partners riding They say they looking ha Why everybody hiding It's the fourth of July They know that we sliding Boocoo money aint a thing Throw it back and make it rain Money aint a thing Ima get it Ask about me bet my name ring in the city Whole lot of gold chains I done gained Got me litty Please don't think this sh*t a game Leave your brains in your fitted Louisiana baby Say she like the way I talk Spent a G on these Balenci's I be stepping when I walk You would think I was TI the way I make em bring em out You would think I was Jay Z The way I shake back from a loss Put your bricks up on this za This that sh*t that make you cough That head up on your shoulders It aint sh*t to take it off She keep coming out them clothes If she thick she take em off Real gutter a*s ni*ga Coming straight from out the south Say she want to ride I'm like shorty we can roll Real trap queen I might never let her go I done took two shots of this Hennessy I'm like please don't f*ck up my energy Like who gon do me sum Man all my partners riding They say they looking ha Why everybody hiding It's the fourth of July They know that we sliding Boocoo money aint a thing Throw it back and make it rain Like who gon do me sum Man all my partners riding They say they looking ha Why everybody hiding It's the fourth of July They know that we sliding Boocoo money aint a thing Throw it back and make it rain Ima give you what you like And we gon party up tonight Got my brothers we gon ride or die You want to see about us Come inside Oh let me hop up in that as* Ima smash sum Smack down King guaranteed Ima stab one Im in charge like the dean Got the bittys in the classroom Im the n*gga with the cheese Girl I hate to bring you bad news So can I come see you tonight Baby hop up on this ride Im tryna see you come alive Im feeling good like a Friday night Call me JP I'm smacking You know me Get the party cracking Mmm off the rip Need the front and the back end I stay on my grind You won't ever catch me lacking Like who gon do me sum Man all my partners riding They say they looking ha Why everybody hiding It's the fourth of July They know that we sliding Boocoo money aint a thing Throw it back and make it rain Like who gon do me sum Man all my partners riding They say they looking ha Why everybody hiding It's the fourth of July They know that we sliding Boocoo money aint a thing Throw it back and make it rain
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