Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Miciahi McClain
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Miciahi McClain
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Hitclass Krad
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
Beating through your speakers
I just lost my favorite eater
Just because I told you that I love you
That don't mean I need you
Hotter than a fucking fever
Kicking way more shit then Fifa
I can leave the house without my chain
Not my fucking heater
Beating through your speakers
I just lost my favorite eater
Just because I told you that I love you
That don't mean I need you
Hotter than a fucking fever
Kicking way more shit then Fifa
I can leave the house without my chain
Not my fucking heater
Boy this shit here on the floor
They done let me through the door
Ain't no way these **** beefing with us
And they pockets low
Know I'm straight wherever I go
Imma let this bitch blow
If them pussies still mad
Tell em get up with me tho
Now I'm home everything starting to get bigger
Some fuck **** switched up
So they got cropped out of the picture
Had to go get me some pape
Cause being broke
Fuck up my mental
Gotta thank God that we straight
It ain't nomoe noodles for dinner
Bitch I got my whole fucking city lit
And every diamond in my motherfucking pendant hitting
I like my bitch with attitude
Not that friendly shit
But once she say I need her
Them the same words thats ending it
Hoe don't come to me
Talking bout shit them **** telling you
Claiming that its beef
How could it be
When **** scared of us
Really want to be me
These **** looking like my replica
Talking bout pushing P
But scare the hoes
That P for predator
Lil hoe know I'm rich and lit
She can tell off my ethikas
When I pop out
I be smelling good
And I be fresh as fuck
Laughing at the opps
They rapping set it off
Thinking they tough
I don't give a fuck
And all them **** know
I got it tucked
Beating through your speakers
I just lost my favorite eater
Just because I told you that I love you
That don't mean I need you
Hotter than a fucking fever
Kicking way more shit then Fifa
I can leave the house without my chain
Not my fucking heater
Beating through your speakers
I just lost my favorite eater
Just because I told you that I love you
That don't mean I need you
Hotter than a fucking fever
Kicking way more shit then Fifa
I can leave the house without my chain
Not my fucking heater
Not my heater
I don't need her
I don't need her
I don't need her
No lil hoe don't need you
Written by: Miciahi McClain
