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Afrojack & BROHUG - Let It Rip (feat. Titus)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AFROJACK
AFROJACK
Performer
BROHUG
BROHUG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Lunde
Christopher Lunde
Composer
Nick van de Wall
Nick van de Wall
Composer
Niklas Lunde
Niklas Lunde
Composer
R. Newman
R. Newman
Composer
John Dahlbäck
John Dahlbäck
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Big lights on paparazz
I pull up in this muh fucka' with the entourage, okay, wait
Wrist on Häagen-Dazs
If you ain't with us, then you end up on the chopping block, okay, wait
[Verse 2]
She'll go shot for shot
I know that ass gone' drop like a sake bomb, okay, wait
Light bright chakura
And I be hangin on the wall like a Basquiat, okay
[Verse 3]
You got issues, I've got mine
I black out to feel alive
Back up off me bitch, I'm fried
Bust some shots off, let 'em fly
[Verse 4]
G-star flex up on my fits
I can't help the way I drip
I ain't choose this way to live
It chose me, and now I'm lit
[Verse 5]
Big bank take a lil bank roll
Say she let me hit it on tape, though
And I got strippers on payroll
Venmo, Paypal, Peso
[Verse 6]
Stacking them bricks
Out in the field, I'm the captain and shit
And it's lit
Whole clique here, might let it rip
[Verse 7]
Yeah, little bank take a lil bank roll
Say she let me hit it on tape, though
And I got strippers on payroll
Venmo, Paypal, Peso
[Verse 8]
Stacking them bricks
Out in the field, I'm the captain and shit
And it's lit
Whole clique here, might let it rip
[Verse 9]
Ultra lights, ultra bright
Ultra lights
I need the ultra lights
You bring me hope when I, I lose control at night
[Verse 10]
Ultra lights
I need the ultra bright
Mix up the potion right
Baby, you ultra bright
I know you are
[Verse 11]
Yo, big lights on paparazz
I pull up in this muh fucka' with the entourage, okay, wait
Wrist on Häagen-Dazs
If you ain't with us, then you end up on the chopping block, okay, wait
[Verse 12]
She'll go shot for shot
I know that ass gon' drop like a sake bomb, okay, wait
Light bright chakura
And I be hangin on the wall like a Basquiat, okay
[Verse 13]
You got issues, I've got mine
I black out to feel alive
Back up off me bitch, I'm fried
Bust some shots off, let 'em fly
[Verse 14]
G-star flex up on my fits
I can't help the way I drip
I ain't choose this way to live
It chose me, and now I'm lit
[Verse 15]
Big bank take a lil bank roll
Say she let me hit it on tape, though
And I got strippers on payroll
Venmo, Paypal, Peso
[Verse 16]
Stacking them bricks
Out in the field, I'm the captain and shit
And it's lit
Whole clique here, might let it rip
Written by: Christopher Lunde, John Dahlbäck, Nick van de Wall, Niklas Lunde, Randolph Newman
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