Listen to Costa Rica (feat. Bas, JID, Guapdad 4000, Reese LAFLARE, Jace, Mez, Smokepurpp, Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God) by Dreamville

Costa Rica (feat. Bas, JID, Guapdad 4000, Reese LAFLARE, Jace, Mez, Smokepurpp, Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God)

Dreamville

Hip-Hop/Rap

330,560

Music Video

Dreamville - Costa Rica ft. Bas, JID, and more (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bas
Bas
Vocals
JID
JID
Vocals
Buddy
Buddy
Vocals
Guapdad 4000
Guapdad 4000
Vocals
Jace
Jace
Vocals
Mez
Mez
Vocals
Reese LAFLARE
Reese LAFLARE
Vocals
Ski Mask the Slump God
Ski Mask the Slump God
Vocals
Smokepurpp
Smokepurpp
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
Abbas Hamad
Abbas Hamad
Songwriter
Morris W. Ricks II
Morris W. Ricks II
Songwriter
Akeem Hayes
Akeem Hayes
Songwriter
Thaddeus Maurice Williams
Thaddeus Maurice Williams
Songwriter
Jason Harris
Jason Harris
Songwriter
Omar Pineiro
Omar Pineiro
Songwriter
Simmie Sims III
Simmie Sims III
Songwriter
Kedrick Cannady
Kedrick Cannady
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Stokeley Goulbourne
Stokeley Goulbourne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pyrex
Pyrex
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Miguel Scott
Miguel Scott
Recording Engineer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I got big dreams so my watch got a big face (Big dreams) Girls gettin' mixy like a motherfuckin' mixtape (I'm tellin' ya) Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like sex (Big racks) I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slatts (Slatt) Nigga ride wave, then the nigga get taxed (Hey) Fendi snowpants and I fill 'em up with racks They all ball cap, and this all facts (Big facts) No, I don't relax and I don't lack Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with being a boss We ain't been home but we hear all the talkin' Hit 'em with hollows and clean 'em with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch (It's a check) Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica I got the Mike Jack' nose, just before the vitiligo Norman Bates with the eights, I'ma go psycho Laundromat with a temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh Nigga bettin' under 5'4", hell if I know Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with 'Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit Boy, I'm like a barber with this shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revered You fuckin' with Mez, you fuckin' with Heirs, nigga (It's a check) Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica I got balled up hundreds in my pocket (Hundreds) Diamonds on me water like a faucet (Yeah, flash) Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica Lot of hoes in Costa Rica (Uh), got a passport in my pocket (Yeah) And I flew with the stick, it's a rocket (Uh) Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket (Doo-doo) You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense (Yeah) Got your baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit Top of the morning to anybody who thought it was beddy-bye Jiddy, I'm like a Jedi Mind tricks live inside of your head, I Devilish, red eyes, never been on a redeye Or shit, I be high, I forget Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny or twenty, I'm Dominique Wilkins and shit Really I flew to Costa Rica with an AP At the airport, this girl ask me, hey, are you Swae Lee? Wow (It's a check) Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica Suffering succotash She think it's all puddycat but, hell, I ain't even mad I started sucking on her titty, put my thumb in her ass She had a little one, it really wasn't nothin' to grab, I did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bag Comin' down the 91, flyin', doin' the dash We goin' in today (Ayy) And I been writing my ass off, Ernest Hemingway (Bitch) I ain't got shit else to say I got too much skills I flow like the water, so surprised I did not grow gills And I am your father like you was Luke Skywalker And I conquer and let it burn like Usher's perm and kill confirmed You look concerned, respect is earned, uh You really be in it, B, gotta be kiddin' me, uh You really be sickenin', I got the remedy, uh I'm feelin' like Goku, bitch, I need your energy, uh Um, okay, huh, goin' on a date with an AK, huh (Yup) Ayy, okay, goin' on a date with an AK, ayy (It's a check) Baby (Yeah), had to bustdown on the AP (AP), yeah Baby (Yeah), ain't no rich styles on you lately (Rich), yeah I got fans in Costa Rica (Fans), I got bands in Costa Rica (Big bands) I got fans in Costa Rica (Big fans), I got bands in Costa Rica
Writer(s): Thaddeus Maurice Jr Williams, Kedrick Isaiah Cannady, Destin Route, Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne, Akeem Hayes, Omar Jeffery Pineiro, Jason Harris, Abbas Hamad, Morris Wayne Ricks Ii, Simmie Sims, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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