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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Baby Kia
Baby Kia
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Cameron Rouse
Cameron Rouse
Komponist:in
Khari Jahmill Hoard
Khari Jahmill Hoard
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Cameron Rouse
Cameron Rouse
Produzent:in
Al Isler
Al Isler
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

I know I'm not trippin', 2Pac keep callin' up my-, man, bruh All these dead people, man (yeah, I got Cam on the one-twos, nigga) The fuck these niggas comin' from, my- All these demons get-, man, get the fuck away from me Hah! Incarcerated, I can't sleep Every time I close my eyes, see nothin' but gunshots in my dreams (hah!) They think that I'm fucked up, 2Pac told me not to leave I ain't ate shit since I got here, let alone thought 'bout some sleep (yeah) Niggas think they safe, I'm out on bond ridin' 'round with dirty heat Told him not to run, soon as we caught him, Salt blade cut his feet Y'all niggas know BK retarded We cut off his tongue, then made a chain for dissin' Mari (yeah) Pull off, smack the curb, this supercharged, get out the way Niggas crushin' on Instagram, "What's up, Gway?" Lil' boy, you gay Put that shit on Famous Sally, told 'em bring me Coi Leray You could barely chew the food you got, why put beef on your plate? Boom-boom-blaow! Yeah! Just bust a left and then keep straight Bust a right, turn in the 'partments, hit the light, drive through the gate BK, this where it get fun, you get to use that rusty K Step out the car when I say go, follow my lead, you better quake (BK) Just left that county, I can't go back Four walls to myself, demons talk to me, feel like Kodak (hah!) Crackers want me locked up, Newport fuckin' up my lungs (BK) Day1 got my back, Tim stick beside me like some gum Hah! Incarcerated, I can't sleep Every time I close my eyes, see nothin' but gunshots in my dreams (hah!) They think that I'm fucked up, 2Pac told me not to leave I ain't ate shit since I got here, let alone thought 'bout some sleep (yeah) Niggas think they safe, I'm out on bond ridin' 'round with dirty heat Told him not to run, soon as we caught him, Salt blade cut his feet Y'all niggas know BK retarded We cut off his tongue, then made a chain for dissin' Mari (yeah)
Writer(s): Khari Hoard, Cameron Rouse Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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