Top Songs By Hit-Boy
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hit-Boy
Performer
Kiari Cephus
Lead Vocals
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Drum Programming
Jesse Blum
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
Jesse Blum
Songwriter
Jay Cummins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Producer
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Jun Kim
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Oh, oh
3-0-5 (3-0-5), she outside (she outside), on IG live
She get freaky like a Uncle Luke album
Shots of Patrón, we off El Alto, what's happenin? (Hit-Boy)
Too live (too live), too live, bitch, you too live
She get freaky like a Uncle Luke album
Too live (too live), two live, bounce that shit, shake that shit
I'm throwin' these blues and I can't miss
Ain't no such thing as too thick, she wear a waist trainer in the crib
Started a OnlyFans, gettin' tips, seven-six-two, her ass that big (two live)
Marni sweaters, ran it up at Webster's (Webster's)
She can make a post-break-up feel better (better)
O.G. bitch, but she gon' be 21 forever
I was 20 up in Platinum, 21 with Don Cannon
I'll put horses in yo' engine if it sit like Meg Thee Stallion (two live)
Shorty colder than the ice on my medallion, look
3-0-5 (3-0-5), she outside (we outside), she on live
She get freaky like a Uncle Luke album
Shots of Patrón, we off El Alto, what's happenin? (What's happenin'?)
Too live (too live), too live, bitch (bitch), you too live
She get freaky like a Uncle Luke album
Too live (too live), two live bitch, bounce that shit, shake that shit
I'm throwin' these blues and I can't miss
She get crazy (she get crazy), I blew 80 (80 racks)
We got faded, I woke up, bought her Mercedes (hey)
Racks on top of the table, she got Birkins, alligators (Birkins)
She was a waiter, but she left you for my paper (hey)
Ring around the rosy, I bought her Chanel
Now she takin' pictures posin' (flash)
You know I'm a player, once I hit her, then I'm ghostin' (ghost)
Knew she was a freak, she had a tongue and a nose ring (raaa)
Once I like her vibe, I knock her down like I went bowlin' (knock her)
Pourin' up Patrón on the ice, she likes cold tings
All-black Maybach in the night, movin' low-key
Go to Atlanta and hop in the Phantom
Them niggas know they ain't as cold as me (cold)
One of one, it's only me (one of one)
3-0-5 (3-0-5), she outside (we outside), she on live
She get freaky like a Uncle Luke album
Shots of Patrón, we off El Alto, what's happenin? (What's happenin'?)
Too live (too live), too live, bitch (bitch), you too live
She get freaky like a Uncle Luke album
Too live (too live), two live, bounce that shit, shake that shit
I'm throwin' these blues and I can't miss
She get freaky like a Uncle Luke album
Shots of Patrón, we off El Alto, what's happenin? (What's happenin'?)
Writer(s): Jay Cummins, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Chauncey Hollis Jr., Jesse Blum
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