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Trippie Redd - Everything BoZ ft. Coi Leray (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Vocals
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Songwriter
Adrian Rupke
Adrian Rupke
Composer
matthew crabtree
matthew crabtree
Composer
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
matthew crabtree
matthew crabtree
Producer
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Hammad Beats
Hammad Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slide some **** out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy **** know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' ****, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Fuck ****, what you want? Huh (What you want?)
Know we keep them choppers like a movie role (Like a movie role)
Yeah, I just need to know, is it truly smoke? (Truly smoke)
Yeah, 'cause you know we want the smoke, we truly want (Truly want)
To bust shots at the opposition
Pussy ****, you ain't really in the right position
To be talking that gangster shit, pussy, you get hit coming
She like, bah, bah, bah, get shot in your head, man
Yeah, get shot where the headband 'posed to be at
Pussy ****, huh, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Pussy ****, huh, yeah
You can get hit up
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slide some **** out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy **** know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' ****, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah, come and give me head
This a Glock .40, yeah, leave a **** dead
**** be lackin', yeah, catch that **** in traffic, shot him in the back
Might take your bitch, yeah, she wanna hang with the gang but this ain't that
Boy be telling, yeah, can't fuck with these opp ass ****, they all rats
Hopped in my bag, Birkin, got out all this cash, earned it
Tell me what you need, serve it, man, I make these bitches nervous
Yeah, yeah, aye, ooh
Mmm, mmm, mmm, aye
It's a Glock .40
[Chorus]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slide some **** out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy **** know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' ****, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Adrian Rupke, Coi Leray, Michael Lamar White II, matthew crabtree
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