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PERFORMING ARTISTS
2KBABY
2KBABY
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
2KBABY
2KBABY
Songwriter
Danny Hajj
Danny Hajj
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Hajj
Danny Hajj
Producer
Alan Passmore
Alan Passmore
Engineer
Halfspun
Halfspun
Producer

Lyrics

Danny, that's a big order Yeah, yeah, yeah Mm, yeah, yeah, mm They gon' try to dub you when they catch you dreamin' (yeah) If I tell you that I love you, then I really mean it (no) Fell in love with drugs, every night was fiendin' (yeah) Yeah, this shit straight out the mud, but you won't catch us leanin' (no) She can't get my semen, but she might get some Neimans Told me that she leaving 'cause she think I'm creepin' Pull up in that Demon, hop out, and I'm reekin' Bills on me, they peekin', tell 'em I don't need shit What the fuck you know if you don't know about the struggle? Most this shit I never wrote, this shit be comin' off the muzzle Niggas, they be pussy, they don't ever wanna tussle Call up gang, they bring the fully, either way, we got the muscle This glizzy bust your bubble, they know I run my city They ain't with me, then it's fuck 'em In the Stingray, getting shitty No, not 60, make it double I put 50 in the Smitty and get litty, you in trouble I better not hear no chuckles They gon' try to dub you when they catch you dreamin' (yeah) If I tell you that I love you, then I really mean it (no) Fell in love with drugs, every night was fiendin' (yeah) Yeah, this shit straight out the mud, but you won't catch us leanin' (no) She can't get my semen, but she might get some Neimans Told me that she leaving 'cause she think I'm creepin' Pull up in that Demon, hop out, and I'm reekin' Bills on me, they peekin', tell 'em I don't need shit Tell 'em hold up, hold up 'Member when they ain't know us Now we load up to show up, yeah Nigga had to get his poles up Now I'm glowed up, froze up, yeah Out the South, throw my fours up Nigga, so what? Show up, yeah Thankin' God that I rose up Just a year ago, I had no bucks, I gave no fucks, yeah 'Member callin' up the tow truck, now that Rolls truck, yeah Choppa cut a nigga like a cold cut, pick your bro up, yeah Lotta other bitches say they know us, man, they so nuts, yeah They gon' try to dub you when they catch you dreamin' (yeah) If I tell you that I love you, then I really mean it (no) Fell in love with drugs, every night was fiendin' (yeah) Yeah, this shit straight out the mud, but you won't catch us leanin' (no) She can't get my semen, but she might get some Neimans Told me that she leaving 'cause she think I'm creepin' Pull up in that Demon, hop out, and I'm reekin' Bills on me, they peekin', tell 'em I don't need shit
Writer(s): Christian Todd, David Passmore, Danny Hajj Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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