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Nicholas Craven & Boldy James - Early Worms Get Birds (Feat. Double Dee)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicholas Craven
Nicholas Craven
Music Director
Boldy James
Boldy James
Lead Vocals
Double Dee
Double Dee
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Craven
Nicholas Craven
Songwriter
Boldy James
Boldy James
Lyrics
Double Dee
Double Dee
Lyrics
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Songwriter
Darnisha wicker
Darnisha wicker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicholas Craven
Nicholas Craven
Producer
Roberto Viglione
Roberto Viglione
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Where we at?
Yeah
What else?
[Verse 1]
The pop catcher, turn that A1 yola into block letters
Sky-Dweller, all my hoes redbone or they high yella
Lookin' for my gun, it's on the sink, right where I left it
Every promise I was 'posed to keep, my ****, I kept it
Five-seveN tucked in my Amiris while I'm Pyrexin'
Hi-Techin', stompin' with the killers and the high-steppers
​i7 parked in front the spig', somethin like tether
Broke it down in all big, half a brick of Brock Lesnar
Sanford & Son, sellin' junkyard dog to my Aunt Esther
Addams Family, I can't sell y'all uncle if it's not Fester
Long live my **** Mach, gotta still apply pressure
Half a man slash half amazing, I'ma die a legend
Plain-Jane Yachty, got all the watches with the right settings
Kept it traditional, the cakes whiter than a nice wedding
My anniversary edition look good while I'm side bettin'
My wrist like I'm jet skiin', but my neck look like I'm ice sleddin'
[Chorus]
Ground that **** like punishment
Let 'em know it's a new Ferris wheel around and a bunch of sticks
Pop-Tart a ****, switchin' teams would be jumpin' ship
Stock market magazine, aftermarket hunnid clip
Clown-ass **** know we run this bitch
Let 'em know that it's a new pharaoh with the crown from the Oven Mitt
Ground that **** like punishment
Let 'em know it's a new sheriff in the town and he runnin' shit
[Verse 2]
We shot back out the llama
Sellin' designer drugs, now everything designer
Hook up in thirty minutes, knowing I don't need a timer
Been thinkin' 'bout packin' it up, shootin' to Carolina
Somebody call Rocky, tell him we can share Rihanna
I'm Kobe on that road, these **** Harold Miner
Been makin' motion pictures ever since The Mericana
A quarter mil' in prose, three keys of hero-juana
Early bird, Big Shirley just spent a pair of Pradas
Thinkin' 'bout a brick of girly every time I hear Madonna
Properly greeted every time I'm seated at the diner
If I ain't on Van Dyke, then I'm prob'ly somewhere on Conner
Can hear my mama now, always need a couple dollars
Legally colorblind, really all I see is commas
Cook it up right in front of you, somethin' like Benihana's
Fuck do that got to do with the price of tea in China?
[Chorus]
Ground that **** like punishment
Let 'em know it's a new Ferris wheel around and a bunch of sticks
Pop-Tart a ****, switchin' teams would be jumpin' ship
Stock market magazine, aftermarket hunnid clip
Clown-ass **** know we run this bitch
Let 'em know that it's a new pharaoh with the crown from the Oven Mitt
Ground that **** like punishment
Let 'em know it's a new sheriff in the town and he run this shit
Written by: Darnisha wicker, Double Dee, James Clay Jones III, Nicholas Craven
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