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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
YG
YG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson
Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson
Songwriter
Michael Ray Stevenson
Michael Ray Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gotdamnitdupri
Gotdamnitdupri
Producer
Samantha Henry
Samantha Henry
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Dillon Brophy
Dillon Brophy
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Thumpin' Thumpin' Thumpin' Uh, top of the mornin' Bitch, give me head in the bed while I'm yawnin' Chickens is cluckin', I'm too busy fuckin' Floatin' like a duck, but a nigga ain't duckin' Money tall as a nigga, Paul Bunyan Walked in the club, took any bitch I wanted With four hunnid, I spent eight-hundred Big yellow diamond in my ring, it's a Funyun Four hunnid Four hunnid to the A block Spent half-a-milli' for the lawyer, make the cage drop Bitch, I love hard, but I hate opps With a Glock, treat him like a bitch, give him face shots Swaggin' like Dipset Treat my bitch like a queen, treat my daughter like a princess I'm a Blood, it's a drip check You niggas light, boy, you niggas get bench-pressed Uh, in the party, it's thumpin' (thumpin') If I see the enеmies, we thumpin' (thumpin') Playin' with her nose, she bumpin' (bumpin') Ay, munchin' on my (ear), she a munchkin' (ooh) Real shit, in the party, it's thumpin' (thumpin') Ay, damn, this party's thumpin' (thumpin') If I see the enemies, we thumpin' (thumpin') Ay, ay, bitch, let's run it (let's run it) Uh, I put that bitch in the Rolls She left her boyfriend, bitch went rogue Bitch, I'm a dog, new tricks gettin' old One-night stand and she wanna get chose Fuck, I look like choosin'? Cowards Fuckin' 'em both, I'm ghost, lost power She bumpin', she playin' with the powder I'm a water sign, I like to hit it in the shower Slip and slide, ragin' waters She call me, "Daddy," I'm not the father Big ass chopper, I call it, "Papa" These niggas snitchin', singin' opera Throw it up proper, Suu Whoop gang Put her on a track, ran a choo-choo train Could've been dead, but he had boo-boo aim No cow, but I pull up in the moo Mulsanne Uh, in the party, it's thumpin' (thumpin') If I see the enemies, we thumpin' (thumpin') Playin' with her nose, she bumpin' (bumpin') Ay, munchin' on my (ear), she a munchkin' (ooh) Real shit, in the party, it's thumpin' (thumpin') Ay, damn, this party's thumpin' (thumpin') If I see the enemies, we thumpin' (thumpin') Ay, ay, bitch, let's run it (let's run it) I got this drink in my cup (thumpin') I'm tryna bust me a nut (thumpin') She smell the Tom Ford from my hug (thumpin') She a sucker, suck me up (thumpin') I got this drink in my cup (my cup) She a squirrel, tryna get a nigga nut (my nut) Call me Usher, make love in the club (in the club) She gon' suck a nigga up for good luck (good luck) Uh, in the party, it's thumpin' (thumpin') If I see the enemies, we thumpin' (thumpin') Playin' with her nose, she bumpin' (bumpin') Ay, munchin' on my (ear), she a munchkin' (ooh) Real shit, in the party, it's thumpin' (thumpin') Ay, damn, this party's thumpin' (thumpin') If I see the enemies, we thumpin' (thumpin') Ay, ay, bitch, let's run it (let's run it) I got this drank in my cup (thumpin') I'm tryna bust me a nut (thumpin') She smell the Tom Ford from my hug (thumpin') She a sucker, suck me up (thumpin') Thumpin'
Writer(s): Michael Stevenson, Keenon Jackson, Regis Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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