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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Quavo
Quavo
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter:in
Mark Williams
Mark Williams
Songwriter:in
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Songwriter:in
Benjamin Mcgregor Wilson
Benjamin Mcgregor Wilson
Songwriter:in
Jarrod "Twisco" Morgan
Jarrod "Twisco" Morgan
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ojivolta
Ojivolta
Produzent:in
Ben10k
Ben10k
Produzent:in
TWISCO
TWISCO
Produzent:in
Eric Klem
Eric Klem
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Zach Pereya
Zach Pereya
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Yeah (whoa) She ate up the drip and she started to film Now it's all on her chin and her lip (a'ight) Walk in this bitch with a ten piece Nigga would've thought I was a motherfuckin' pimp (pimp) Elliot, I want the craziest, I lost some pieces, I can't even remember (crazy) McLaren, the Spider the craziest, I drop the top in the middle of December (crazy) No, the engine is not in the front, in the back, I just carbon the fender (whoo) Balenciaga, Bottega and Prada, just took her virginity (oh) Pop out, I told her to match my energy, gangsters in the vicinity (gang) Nigga, we invented the Cuban infinity, rappers, they turning into mini-me's Switch up the flow, I wasn't trippin', lil' trinity, niggas is gonna remember me (Migo) Bitch, this stick got a hundred round drum, lil' nigga, we call it the cinnamon (rrah) Answer the door, get whatever you want, 'cause this shit gon' be gone in ten minutes (ten) Whoo, young niggas gremlins (whoo) I got some racks in my Vetements (racks, racks) She ate a K-Pop, that's some ketamine (pop) Then gave me some top like a veteran (sloppy) On the block with the 'phetemine, BP the trucks like a president (BP) Free my dawg out the felonies (free Coby) Fuck them niggas who tellin' it (fuck 'em) Don't give no fuck, I'm out the struggle, get off my dick and let me hustle (yeah) Applyin' pressure with the muscle, you would thought I was a wrestler (a'ight) Crossed up like a pastor, geeked up, I'm goin' to NASA (a'ight) Talk about it, I'm a trapper, sensei, I'm the master (go) Rapper, trapper (a'ight), rapper, trapper (whoo) Rapper, trapper (a'ight), rapper, trapper (whoo) Rapper, trapper (a'ight), rapper, trapper (whoo) Rapper, trapper (a'ight), rapper, trapper (whoo) I'm in the hood stuffin' racks in my cargo pants, it look like a camper (no cap) Young nigga drinkin' on Wock' but it taste like Act' When you pour it in the Snapple (Actavis) We done framed the honeycomb set with baguettes and mint with enamel (for real) Who brought you the dab, and who introduced you to Hannah Montana? (On God) Who brought back Atlanta? (I'm tellin' ya) Went global and all on your channels (the biggest) First young nigga with the Challenger (yeah) Whip the demon with stars in the panel (skrrt) 250, make sure it's a animal So fast, shit'll blow out a candle Nawfside boss rollin', not camel (no) This water on me might drown 'em (splash) Brand-new blue cheese, let's count 'em (cash) Big bag in the winter, goin' Santa (the big one) New school, old school, let's mount 'em (suh) Free the guys out the feds and the county (on gang) Rapper, trapper (a'ight), rapper, trapper (whoo) Rapper, trapper (a'ight), rapper, trapper (whoo) Rapper, trapper (a'ight), rapper, trapper (whoo) Rapper, trapper (a'ight), rapper, trapper (whoo)
Writer(s): Mark Williams, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Raul Ignacio Cubina, Jarrod Thomas Morgan, Benjamin Mcgregor Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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