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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Maniac
Performer
Alan Galit
Performer
Raymond Marcel Ramirez
Lead Vocals
Islam Yaraliev
Drum Programming
Vadim Galitenko
Drum Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raymond Marcel Ramirez
Songwriter
Islam Yaraliev
Songwriter
Vadim Galitenko
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Maniac
Producer
Alan Galit
Producer
Lyrics
I can't keep on fucking with these lames
'Cause they just test me
Talk about your ice, lil' bitch
That shit does not impress me
Walk 'round with a limp
Because my pockets way too heavy
I used to sell bricks
I got my bag and now we set, G
I ain't the same as you
Ain't playin' the same games as you
There's really no taming me
But I do not think that is the same for you
We ridin' around on our bullshit
Clutchin' on grips, on the good shit
We can come back anytime
But we 'bout to unload a full clip, uh
Tomboys gotta do all they can
Just to get to you to show fear
That's why I never sleep covering my ears
Everything you say, you could bet that I hear
Look around all day, who stares?
Can't I make this clearer?
I'm a real dog, boxed up
Grew up, I don't hang with lames
I don't have no peers
I can't keep on fucking with these lames
'Cause they just test me
Talk about your ice, lil' bitch
That shit does not impress me
Walk 'round with a limp
Because my pockets way too heavy
I used to sell bricks
I got my bag and now we set, G
All they can
Just to get to you to show fear
That's why I never sleep covering my ears
Everything you say, you could bet that I hear
Look around all day, who stares?
Can't I make this clearer?
I'm a real dog, boxed up
Grew up, I don't hang with lames
I don't have no peers
I can't keep on fucking with these lames
'Cause they just test me
Talk about your ice, lil' bitch
That shit does not impress me
Walk 'round with a limp
Because my pockets way too heavy
I used to sell bricks
I got my bag and now we set, G
I can't keep on fucking with these lames
'Cause they just test me
Talk about your ice, lil' bitch
That shit does not impress me
Walk 'round with a limp
Because my pockets way too heavy
I used to sell bricks
I got my bag and now we set, G
Writer(s): Islam Yaraliev, Raymond Marcel Ramirez, Vadim Galitenko
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