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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Hunxho
Hunxho
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Aiden Yetman
Aiden Yetman
Songwriter:in
Elijah Salaam
Elijah Salaam
Songwriter:in
Ibrahim Dodo
Ibrahim Dodo
Songwriter:in
Nathan Alemu
Nathan Alemu
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Cole Graham
Cole Graham
Mischtechniker:in
duhvinci
duhvinci
Produzent:in
Yetty
Yetty
Produzent:in
Elijah Salaam
Elijah Salaam
Produzent:in

Lyrics

I don't trip when shit get hard Yeah, I'm up a couple million, but I still get 'em robbed I don't hate to say I hate what happened 'cause I got love for Saad And I can't never stop makin' money 'cause I love to ball, Reese Got too many rods, reach And I can't fuck with her, please She ate too many bars, sheesh A nigga diss on dog, bleed I give 'em all one, each When I didn't have none, eat It was me and dog, Meech (it was me and dog) Out the ghetto, I did better, I can't give up It's two-tone, that's my setup Speak on me, his shit wet up Play with me, this shit get hmm Whoever play with me like hmm This shit on the floor like brooms Bitch, I'm known to make a move, right And I can't look up to the stars no more, can't see that far When I failed, if I asked for help and they wouldn't give me all Finally back, I'm doin' good, so please don't see me off Huh, and I walk on every song Come through in the Hell-Hawk I peep shit, I just play it off I fuck up a hundred on a Sunday, niggas barely ball I cut all my hair off on a Sunday, niggas barely bald I hit shit like Barry Bonds Bitch, I ball like AND1 He got smacked for sayin' somethin' I got millions and some' I'm comin' through like heads up When she come over, legs up If I come over, red rum Know these niggas dead wrong If it was me, ain't sayin' nothin' I been tryna keep my head up, I'm outta the ghetto Put a switch on every gun, bae, go tell 'em to bet up Put this shit up for my son, I be chasin' this cheddar I been on the run, I ain't been in Coachella I don't see nothin' else but money, that's on my vendetta Did a show out in Chicago while rockin' a Pelle A nigga ever try this shit, shoot at his skully And I'm glad I left the streets, I was really a bully I got too much, ain't really trippin' 'bout losin' no money On Blood, my youngin, they'll shoot with me, look at me funny I hit the mall and I bought all of the Louis V skullies I couldn't hide it 'cause my mama been knew I was thuggin', Blood, nigga My mama, nigga Been thuggin', nigga, been doin' this shit y'all niggas just now doin', nigga Been poppin' guns, nigga, been gettin' money, been robbin' and flockin' Been stickin' cars up, you know? I done did it all, nigga, everything, nigga I'm on some, I'm on another wave, though On God Catch one of these, I still get like that, on Blood, nigga
Writer(s): Nathan Alemu, Aiden Yetman, Ibrahim Muhammad Dodo, Elijah Salaam Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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