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PERFORMING ARTISTS
LZee
LZee
Performer
Lens
Lens
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ellen Lewin
Ellen Lewin
Composer
Sonny Catwell
Sonny Catwell
Composer
Jeroen Nai Chung Tong
Jeroen Nai Chung Tong
Composer
LZee
LZee
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ellen Lewin
Ellen Lewin
Producer
Jeroen Nai Chung Tong
Jeroen Nai Chung Tong
Producer

Lyrics

(Wagwan) Blah What you talkin' about Man, just stepped in a shoub, I live in a race and I'll be done I'm emptying everything twice right now, quit thinking about me, I might be drunk I'm way too turn, but loosing the sun, she might look good but she ain't no fun He don't wanna jump and I'm micro, maybe he might be shank, he might be dumb He might just track, he might be an idiot On a mic, he get too small, like a cigarette He ain't got the floss and a rant like siblings Give me the drums and the bass and spinning 'em And I can tell this girl he into him, so let me go drop two, two games Till I can't run she gon' hold my ding-dingling And my best come is eminem So I'm like wagwan after the rave I show you, I don't know how to behave Come with your bestie, come with your maze Come with the Hennessy, come with the raze I'm hella drunk and I'm in a state By the end of the scene, I get with your shade You got a dumb, how can it shade? You got a dumb, get it in my face And you know that she's coming over First, we can bake in the sofa, then to the bed, I'll be turning her over Can't bend the knee, so I ain't gon' show her And each girl be going on bad How she give me that push, she an organ donor? And up, I better go stupid She don't know that I ain't no joker After the party is the after party All the mandem leaving, just tryna sip Bacardi All the gyal moving loose, the gyal are moving naughty Tryna come up to my room, let's really throw the party I said after the party is the after party I know how to draw a girl, don't need a fucking sharpy And it's me, we push the start, don't need a fucking car key Who's tyrna get off their face, let's really start the party Let's really start the party, let's really start it up Yeah, we just left the club, but we still turning up You think I'm moving crazy, why would I give a fuck? Can do anything I want and I couldn't care less what you think about us Couldn't care less what you think about me Drinking array and I'm on two beans Fresh one, tens, and I be on cut ginger Yeah, I'm off my face and I still think clean On my case, why do they care too much? Care so much, they wanna be like me Big Lens, Lzee Don't take no chap when you come to my team I couldn't care less what you think about me Drinking array and I'm on two beans Fresh one, tens, and I be on cut ginger Yeah, I'm off my face and I still think clean On my case, why do they care too much? Care so much, they wanna be like me Big lens, Lzee Don't take no chap too when you come to my team Don't take no chap when it come to my squad Spin them on the map, man, I'm way too hard Spark one bar and I spark one more And the DJ spoil when he wheel them up All of the young boys, cleaning the opps Stepped in the rave and then sweeped in the opp Had the force up in ahead of the rear And I'm off my face, competing the opp After the party is the after party All the mandem leaving, just tryna sip Bacardi All the gyal moving loose, the gyal are moving naughty Tryna come up to my room, let's really throw the party I said after the party is the after party I know how to draw a girl, don't need fucking sharpy And it's me, we push the start, don't need a fucking car key Who's tyrna get off their face, let's really start the party (party)
Writer(s): Ellen Lewin, Jeroen Nai Chung Tong, Sonny Catwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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