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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Pair-A-Dyce
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Ice Cream Klique
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Oleksandr Kostiuchenko
Komponist:in
Austin-Homero Jacob Hernandez
Songwriter:in
Erik Hopkins
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Beast Inside Beats
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Lyrics
Hunnids on my mind, I cannot help but just to think
They done made the system that has made it hard to please
Drowning in my sorrow, think I'm losing parts of me
Will I see tomorrow? Hopefully, no promising
Hunnids on my mind, I cannot help but just to send
Fucking up my bank account 'cause soon it kickin' in
Throw a hunnid bands 'cause shorty wanna dance
Don't remember babe name, 'cause shorty wasn't there
Growing up that money make the planet circulate
Some people wanna see you and some people wanna terminate
I hold what you stand for
Tuck holes in my blindfolds
She said I'm a piece of shit like, "Jacob, you're an asshole"
Backup with my bag though
What you talking girl?
If it ain't about our plan though
Please stay out the hell out
We all going commando, everybody Rambo
Now ahead the b-switches, out here with no cammo
So watchu stand for?
Jewerly flashing with some titties
Time is ticking
Get your tickets to the Golden City
Get your hunnids, fifties'
Make sure you stayin' icky
Make sure everybody around stayin' on their tipy-, toes
Hunnids on my mind, I cannot help but just to think
They done made the system that has made it hard to please
Drowning in my sorrow, think I'm losing parts of me
Will I see tomorrow? Hopefully, no promising
Hunnids on my mind, I cannot help but just to spend
Fucking up my bank account 'cause soon it kickin' in
Throw a hunnid bands 'cause shorty wanna dance
Don't remember babe name, 'cause shorty wasn't there (yeah)
She love me, I'm lucky
She follow like a puppy
Got my buddy, my cuddy
And I ain't owe another
I throw dollars on her body 'cause I don't no better
Can you swallow on my body, babe? Be a go-getter
Watchu mean you ain't nasty?
Let me see mad tricks
I been waiting in patience, self-inflated since like last week
Let me get your number, I'mma text you all day
We can kick it when you wanna, I'm a hunnid always
You takin' all them pictures, is it only for the gram though?
DMs flooded up and is it more than you can handle?
I can't be your man though, that ain't meant to be
I can only make it rain since you floodin' up the street, ayy
Hunnids on my mind, I cannot help but just to think
They done made the system that has made it hard to please
Drowning in my sorrow, think I'm losing parts of me
Will I see tomorrow? Hopefully, no promising
Hunnids on my mind, I cannot help but just to spend
Fucking up my bank account 'cause soon it kickin' in
Throw a hunnid bands 'cause shorty wanna dance
Don't remember babe name, 'cause shorty wasn't there
Orange, orange, orange
Paint, paint, paint
Orange, orange, orange
Paint, paint, paint
Orange, orange, orange
Paint, paint, paint
You know what I think this needs
A lil orange paint
Written by: Austin-Homero Jacob Hernandez, Erik Hopkins, Oleksandr Kostiuchenko