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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mike Dimes
Mike Dimes
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Michael Goode Jr.
Michael Goode Jr.
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ryder Johnson
Ryder Johnson
Songwriter:in
David Peters
David Peters
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Daniel Lowney
Daniel Lowney
Songwriter:in
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter:in
Michael Goode Jr.
Michael Goode Jr.
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
20seven
20seven
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Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
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Ryder Johnson
Ryder Johnson
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David Peters
David Peters
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Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (damn, Ryder) Yeah, uh, yeah Uh, uh I ran it up off the muscle (muscle) I ran it up off the top, uh (top) I double G on the buckle (buckle) Deezy been uppin' his opps, uh (opps) I only come for the duffle (duffle) She only come for the car, uh (car) I'm never talkin' too humble (nah) Really, I don't like to talk (yeah) She only talk to me 'cause money in the bank's up properly (yeah) She only talk to me 'cause all these niggas keep on jockin' me (jockin' me) I got a bag with G's, and we ain't even have to serve a G I got it all on me and now she tryna take it all off me And I said, wait, I said, hold up I'm too straight, I can't fold up Gimme face, not no makeup If you lame, you can't roll up You two-faced, don't like cobras In my lane, my composure He got shanks, I got soldiers If you play, you get pop-pop-pop-pop Poppin' my feed, it's gon' have the racks like Serena I bless my bitches with nothin' besides some dick and a T-shirt How you gon' ball in the bleachers? Come hang with niggas who cleaned up Come drink with niggas who teed up We ball like K, kick my feet up Bitch, it's too late for the act I make racks after racks You gon' see the ones who left me tryna come and stumble back Never live a life to go and fuck with people who laid back I'm not complacent, and she notice that there somethin', I'ma ask her why she- She only talk to me 'cause money in the bank's up properly (yeah) She only talk to me 'cause all these niggas keep on jockin' me (jockin' me) I got a bag with G's, and we ain't even have to serve a G I got it all on me and now she tryna take it all off me I got a bag and now she actin' different Pockets overweight, I'm limpin' I know if I never got it she would prolly end up dippin' (huh?) Deezy up the budget, I see everybody started sippin' She don't even know my name (yeah) All she see is, blang, blang, blaow Oh, they like me now, heard they wanna fight me now (yeah) I'm the bell inside my town (yeah) The golden boy, gon' need a crown (yeah) I came with a different sound, he came tryna jack my style I could rap on everything, she said, "I'll rap, buy everything" She only talk to me 'cause money in the bank's up properly She only talk to me 'cause all these niggas keep on jockin' me I got a bag with G's, and we ain't even have to serve a G I got it all on me and now she tryna take it all off me (gang)
Writer(s): Michael Goode Jr., David Peters, Danny Snodgrass Jr., Ryder Johnson, Daniel Lowney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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