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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
EST Gee
EST Gee
Stimme und Gesang
BloodHound Q50
BloodHound Q50
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter:in
Mikquale Cooper
Mikquale Cooper
Songwriter:in
John Carlos Ramirez
John Carlos Ramirez
Songwriter:in
Max Jacobsson
Max Jacobsson
Songwriter:in
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter:in
Eric Hudson
Eric Hudson
Songwriter:in
Donnell Prince
Donnell Prince
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Jamal Glaze
Jamal Glaze
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Lawrence Edwards
Lawrence Edwards
Songwriter:in
Darryl Richardson
Darryl Richardson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Moz
Moz
Produzent:in
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Mischtechniker:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
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Lyrics

Never, nam sayin'? Never, they say, "Never say never" (they ain't like that) Whatever, I'm knowin' what's up with me (never back, yeah), mm I'll never get my chain snatched Nigga rather blow up off of rap than get they pain back Catch a artist recordin', all you hear is switches in the playback Hit songs all night long, nigga, Keith Sweat Ain't nobody playin' poker outside where I stay at Once upon a time, they minds wanted my replacement I expect that you can love the game, but it won't say it back You relate to that? Hunnid cash, brown paper bag I been thinkin' fast, I want him smashed, is that too much to ask? I done hit up so many, ain't know who would think to wear a mask Make a clean quick 50 cash from jumpin' out and bustin' heads Button and a regular thumb for backup case I miss you bad Organized one on one, know somethin' hit through the windshield glass All they saw was sparks coverin' the car, bumper to rental tag Even work on holidays, help make you ghost of Christmas past Hatin' turned to bein' a fan, your son favorite album MAD I was makin' "Young Slimers" with Thug night 'fore he got grabbed He was happy that we actually had guns layin' in the strike trail Lotta people really ain't 'bout beefin', well, shit, I am E'ry show, e'ry promoter know I'm gettin' that pipe in Ain't never tuckin' my ice in I'll never get my chain snatched Nigga rather blow up off of rap than get they pain back Catch a artist recordin', all you hear is switches in the playback Hit songs all night long, nigga, Keith Sweat Ain't nobody playin' poker outside where I stay at Once upon a time, they minds wanted my replacement I expect that you can love the game, but it won't say it back (go) You relate to that? Hunnid cash, brown paper bag Niggas ran off with them watches, but they paid for that Watchin' my hits like highlights, I tell foenem to play it back Only time I compete with my brothers 'bout who aim the best I wasn't on that mission, but I was 'cause I paid for that When I lost my twin, I stood on all ten, I ain't break a sweat I break hearts and families, my man said it gon' break the 'net (go) Got so used to blowin' switches, you see one on every Glock Every Gen I got is dirty, in a week I had to swap You hear them switches in that playback, just know that I'm who sent the shots Ask me how I got my name, I got a thing for catchin' opps Niggas tuck they chain around me, just ask Breado 'bout his watch Leal got sent up for real, don't Uber Share if you got opps Who you know that's young and turnt, clappin' shit and dumpin' bricks? That nigga said that he don't like me 'cause his bitch was eatin' dick I done brung my fuckin' drum, ay, Jeff, let me see your stick And if Geeski say he like it, then you know I'ma take that kit (bitch, go) Long live my brother, he prolly killed yo' bitch-ass, man You know that Let's go
Writer(s): Eric Hudson, Lawrence Edwards, Donnell Prince, Darryl Richardson Ii, Jamal Glaze, George A. Stone Iii, John Carlos Ramirez, Max Jacobson, Ye, Mi'kquale Cooper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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