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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
k3
k3
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Elias Cash Reitzfeld
Elias Cash Reitzfeld
Songwriter:in
keyara council
keyara council
Songwriter:in
Terry Burston
Terry Burston
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Nicholas Cavalieri
Nicholas Cavalieri
Mischtechniker:in
ELIWTF
ELIWTF
Produzent:in
HardHead
HardHead
Produzent:in

Lyrics

They ate my fucking cookies Aye yo Eli what the fuck I-I hopped in my bag again Hopped back in the booth I switched up my swag again Switched my niggas too I-I said "It's no hard feelings" But I'm just not feeling you I could make sum' outta nothing, with this get money attitude D-different type of junkie Don't pop pills but I be rollin' Pop out to the party Twerking, and my panties showin' Cut my boyfriend off My ass got fatter, My skin glowin' Said I'm the best he ever had But baby, I'm already knowing Bitches bitter, why they always talking 'bout k3 Fake like you mad, but whole time this bitch in love with me Groupie bitch, only hating 'cause you got kicked off the team I don't fit in with these hoes, I'm somеthing like an anomaly I-I hopped in my bag again Hopped back in the booth I switched up my swag again Switched my niggas too I-I said "It's no hard feelings" But I'm just not feeling you I could make sum' outta nothing, with this get money attitude I-I can make sum' outta nothing Yellow bitch, my palms been itching Cruising Miami in a tessy with lil Taylor and she whippin' Think I got a sugar high from the lemonade that I been sippin' I had to tell this lil boy bye, because he do way too much bitching He always on my heels, I ain't got no time to chill Wonder why I do you wrong, It's 'cause I don't care how you feel I ain't trynna be yo bae, I just got some time to kill I can't be friends with no broke bitch I got a rich homeboy named Phil He Mr. Make It Happen, I talk facts don't do no cappin' Lil k3 bout that action, I talk shit so I started rappin' Got a lil white boy named max and he move bricks hell yeah he trappin' Can't go out to the club they check my purse I'm pistol packin' I hopped in my bag again Hopped back in the booth I switched up my swag again Switched my niggas too I-I said "It's no hard feelings" But I'm just not feeling you I could make sum' outta nothing, with this get money attitude (damn, huh, damn) (Big K3 Bitch!) (Alright) (Alright I need a drink I'm a bit tired now) (I'm finna go roll up)
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