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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LUCKI
LUCKI
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LUCKI
LUCKI
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brent Rambo
Brent Rambo
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe La Porta
Joe La Porta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(BrentRambo)
[Verse 1]
Only one credit at the end 'cause I did this shit by myself
She jealous that promethazine was my first love, I can't help, uh
Codeine never get the best of me and I swim in it like Phelps
Just left Saks, I'm a glory boy, mismatch designer, no belt
Bitch gon' do what she do and I'm cool with it
Fast car, it's American-made, but this the one with the cooling kit
Label can't make no **** slaves as long as we recoup this shit
I'ma pull up, boy, I'm still legit
Just can't go with them pigs again, uh
I'm crying on my knees, I know I won't sin again
Ain't no part of my life cheap, that's just me and them hoes again
Somethin' 'bout foreigns on South Beach just make me hate normal shit
Dress code, tell us to wear formal shit, we don't even know what formal is
I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get
I like muscle and foreign whips, older, I might get bored of it
Tune her like my racetrack, know you gon' call my phone again
I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get
I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get
I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get
Ayy, I'm just born to get it
I can't wait for no shit that I'm just born to get
[Instrumental]
Only one credit at the end 'cause I did this shit by myself
Written by: Abdul Malik Olayiwola Thompson, Lucki Camel
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