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PERFORMING ARTISTS
StressGods
StressGods
Vocals
Steven Ricketts
Steven Ricketts
Performer
Mohamed Jalloh
Mohamed Jalloh
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Ricketts
Steven Ricketts
Composer
Mohamed Jalloh
Mohamed Jalloh
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terence Williams
Terence Williams
Producer

Lyrics

Go head Go head Go head Go head Go head Go head Mano She want me to book flights Staying long not in her plans Blame her soft life era Scared to tell her man that the grass here is greener Skulls all on her body like a maniac Dealing with me rough You treat my love like a placebo We ain't Geto Boys But the trick's on you Line em all up and call em Soul Train crew Please don't talk to us Unless the agency in your bio I was being petty, but I'll really make you cry ho Push start the Brabus, smash the gas Gon and lift it up, huh Ask ya girl, I'm the realest doctor she been around Pierre Paulin sofa when I pin her down Skulls spotted out in Berlin I know you heard of me Young nigga stay with that work I done served Jeezy some merch Was hands on in the trenches Do your research Was hands on Had to go and print our own merch Been serving meds for so long She want me to book flights Staying long not in her plans Blame her soft life era Scared to tell her man that the grass here is greener Skulls all on her body like a maniac Dealing with me rough You treat my love like a placebo We ain't Geto Boys But the trick's on you Line em all up and call em Soul Train crew Please don't talk to us Unless the agency in your bio I was being petty, but I'll really make you cry ho I'm a nice guy Eating at The Nice Guy Tell em bring the truffles in Yeah I like the white kind Tell em bring the bubbles in Yeah I like the ripe kind She calling me nocturnal Only see me night time (God) Only time that I'm eloping is my Love bracelet Six stacked Count the math Do the math You basic And she said she want Van Cleef I said ok sis Let me tell ya a lil story I built the Birkin from the ground up Ostrich I put the gold on the buckle Who not classy? We just bought another one The crocodile ashy Please girl You ain't never seen no class like this What? Village boy 300 in vintage toys What you thought we did with this lil farm You a city boy And we still saditty boy And I tell lil shawty you can take that, take that Take that, it ain't nothin to take that Mm mmm Mm mm mmmm Mm mm mmmm Your friends know What we do Now you can't Come through oo It's too late (it's too late) You tryna save face (tryna save face) Your friends know What we do Now you can't Come through oo It's too late (it's too late) You tryna save face (tryna save face) Your friends know What we do Now you can't Come through oo It's too late (it's too late) You tryna save face (tryna save face)
Writer(s): Ricketts Steven Ralston, Jalloh Mohamed Yayah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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