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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SKYXXX
Lead Vocals
Party Favor
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Ragland
Songwriter
Miguel Lozada
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Party Favor
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Are you guys with that party fever? Huh
I'm a hot boy like the summer
My wrists cold like winter
(Can someone call the cops?)
(We got a bunch of fucking gangstas standing outside)
Yeah
I'm a winner (Skrt, skrt, skrt)
What, what
Yeah, that's me (Brr, brr)
Winner, winner, chicken dinner
[Verse 2]
I'm a hot boy like the summer time
Wrists cold like winter, huh
I got twenty bitches inside my spinner, huh
I'm a winner (I'm a winner, damn)
Yeah, that's me (Me)
Winner, winner, chicken dinner
I'm a hot boy like the summer
My wrists cold like winter, aye
I got twenty bitches inside my spinner (What? What?)
I'm a winner (Winner, winner, winner)
Yeah, that's me
Winner, winner, chicken dinner, uh, aye
[Verse 3]
Got my necklace on inside a Lexus, so fine, aye
I just fuck Alexis Texas, uh
And she still callin', she still textin', uh
(She still callin', she still textin')
I ignore then delete the message, bitch, uh
And my mama say I'm reckless (I'm so reckless)
Keep that racket on me but I don't play no tennis (Man down)
Yeah, no Dennis the Menace
Fuck with me, I pull up on your block with dirty gremlins (Oh my God)
Uh, aye, all I like is Benji's (All the Benji's), aye
Please don't talk to me, I ain't friendly (No, I'm not, aye)
Bitch, this ain't no Chrysler, this a Bentley
Aye, I keep that toolie on me, please don't tempt me
(Won't tempt me)
[Verse 4]
I'm a hot boy like the summer time
Wrists cold like winter, huh
I got twenty bitches inside my spinner, huh
I'm a winner (I'm a winner, damn)
Yeah, that's me (Me)
Winner, winner, chicken dinner, uh
I'm a hot boy like the summer
My wrists cold like winter, aye
I got twenty bitches inside my spinner (What? What?)
I'm a winner (Winner, winner, winner)
Yeah that's me, aye
It's a winner, winner, chicken dinner, uh
[Verse 5]
I went back to my city, got a track, uh
Got bored at night, I call my ex, uh, aye
I beat that pussy up and took a rest, uh
She thought she slept over but she just overslept, uh, aye
[Verse 6]
Are you guys with that party fever? Huh
Written by: Dylan Ragland, Miguel Lozada, TK Kayembe