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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SAINt JHN
SAINt JHN
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Stashenko
Lee Stashenko
Songwriter
Carlos St. John
Carlos St. John
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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f a l l e n
Producer
Roark Bailey
Roark Bailey
Mixing Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy, you got fifty? Nah, nah, you don't change from that shit Back to the back, took it up to the max Where them niggas wanna' act like I'm naughty Fuck do you mean? It was totin' the green Nigga, whole flow soundin' hypnotic She see me throw all the money in the club Nigga, five thousand singles in the air now I need to see a bad bitch in the corner Ass in the air, with her hair down I, goin' on the I-95, nigga, high This is just the life that I won, upside She don't wanna' touch me, she busy with her pride Her waist 21, but she really 25 Eyes closed now, she's trying to hide Runnin' up the green, and she falls in the vibe She wanna' ride the wave, but the wave too high (Too) Doors go upside-down right side Lit niggas comin' through the front door (Woo, brrt) I don't really think that you want us (Skrrt) Backed up shooting like I'm Rondo (Hoo, hoo) Way too lit to be humble She all about my ratchet, but she virgin tight (Shh) She comes in the perfect height You don't really gotta' keep searchin' wide (Brrt) She doesn't come from a perfect life She all about my ratchet, but she perfect right She comes in the perfect height Hoodrat chick in a serving size She doesn't come from a perfect life But she low key, low key freak, but it's real low (Ho) I don't wanna do a whole lot of talkin' (Woah!) Her ass this fat, keep your head in the pillow (Hey) I'll help find you love in the mornin' 'Cause I ain't really tryna be nobody hero (Hey, hey) Tryna buy a house on Zillow Wanna be the brand new Will and Jada But I ain't ready for a Willow I know I really gotta' hope that she really open A nigga goin' out of light, no with no promotion I'm really, really, talkin' normally think I'm boastin' This Ghetto Lenny but they treat me like I'm Michael Bolton I could be the one, she the one for me I don't care what she got underneath I ain't really care if she got company 'Cause I'm a rich nigga with a company, yeah ('Scuse me) Back to the back, took it up to the max Where them niggas wanna' act like I'm naughty Fuck do you mean? It was totin' the green Nigga, whole flow soundin' hypnotic She see me throw all the money in the club Nigga, five thousand singles in the air now I need to see a bad bitch in the corner Ass in the air, with her hair down I, goin' on the I-95, nigga, high This is just the life that I won upside She don't wanna' touch me, she busy with her pride Her waist 21, but she really 25 Eyes closed now, she's trying to hide Runnin' up the green, and she falls in the vibe She wanna' ride the wave, but the wave too high Doors go upside-down right side Lit niggas comin' through the front door (Woo, brrt) I don't really think that you want us (Skrrt) Backed up shooting like I'm Rondo (Hoo, hoo) Way too lit to be humble
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