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CONCRETE BOYS: DC2TRILL - PLAYA WALKIN (OFFICIAL VISUALIZER)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
Dc2trill
Dc2trill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dillion Caster
Dillion Caster
Songwriter
Andrew Rincon
Andrew Rincon
Songwriter
Gabriel Salinas
Gabriel Salinas
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rawbone and Salay
Rawbone and Salay
Producer
Matthew Trenhaile
Matthew Trenhaile
Engineer
Benjamin Mathew
Benjamin Mathew
Engineer

Lyrics

I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga Put creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga 'Crete gang what I claim, I'm a main member (it's raw when you need cash only) Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillan Pour the potion, adjacent ho Laotian, now I'm Hank Hill-in' I'm in Bel-Air, fill up my cup in Italian garments Fuck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin' Bitch, it's big 'Tayga, I beg your pardon Niggas softer than my loafers when they be all Marni They forgot I used to be crook, I kick this shit so proper, huh I forgot I hit this bitch, he made the shit so awkward I just got off tour, I forget the names when I be sober Is it Britney, Lisa, Taniqua, or Fiona? The way I spread this cash, dawg, you can tell that I'm the owner Got 'em for a good price, I'm quick to push up on 'em I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga Put creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga 'Crete gang what I claim, I'm a main member Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillan Pour the potion, adjacent ho Laotian, now I'm Hank Hill-in' I'm in Bel-Air, fill up my cup in Italian garments Fuck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin' You steady talkin', never white chalkin' We been bread hoggin' Bullets make him dance like he at the Sadie Hawkins Dog kick in his door, can't see his face, like Marvin the Martian (okay) Keep them feds up off 'em Oh, you on your cycle? Let me get the head up off you You heard what I said about you, it's boostin' your ego probably 6:26 in the mornin', rollin' off molly, grindin' my teeth (yeah) You was the one for the longest 'til you got demoted just like a ring I'm dickin' down my fiends, bitches need it proper (yeah) Mouth 24-karat gold like Silkk the Shocker Told lil' brodie stay up out the streets and be a doctor I'm 'bout my bag, these white folks look at me like I got vitiligo I just took two G6s, I'm spinning just like Serato (yeah) Cup full of red, don't let my bitch drink reposado Us I ain't gon' tell her two times, I'm not that one nigga Put creatine up in my pockets, watch 'em grow bigger You need to help your partner out, he on the ropes, nigga 'Crete gang what I claim, I'm a main member Hit the block, flex the rocks, call me Dame Dillan Pour the potion, adjacent ho Laotian, now I'm Hank Hill-in' I'm in Bel-Air, fill up my cup in Italian garments Fuck around and end this beef soon as he started, I'm player walkin'
Writer(s): Andrew Rincon, Dillion Caster, Gabriel Salinas, Miles Mccollum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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