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Olive – TiaCorine (feat. Zelooperz) (slowed & reverb)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TiaCorine
TiaCorine
Vocals
Zelooperz
Zelooperz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tia Thompson-Shults
Tia Thompson-Shults
Songwriter
Walter moszel Williams
Walter moszel Williams
Songwriter
Benjamin Saint Fort
Benjamin Saint Fort
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TiaCorine
TiaCorine
Recording Engineer
BNYX®
BNYX®
Producer
Kendall Roark Bailey
Kendall Roark Bailey
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
BNYX
[Chorus]
Came from the pit like olive, now a **** chicken in the tikka masala
Red flag, ain't paid for the product, tried to take that, took the baseball bat to the collarbone
Cryostasis, I ain't tryna be cold, that bitch ass **** remind me of
Escargot, yeah, I feed them slugs, and I ate, I'm paid, I don't need no hugs
Frankly frank, I don't need no dub, real ass **** when they see me fuck
Crank in that bitch, ain't no BB gun, I don't need your bitch, I don't need no pug
[Verse 1]
Don't be scared, dont see me run, yeah, I ball, **** can't CB4
Look in the mirror, I see C4, gotta pop them pills, gotta hide the coke
Gotta wear cargo, pockets full of oxy, Cabo bitch 'bout to eat me up
Look at me stuck in the middle of the aquarium, I'm a solar flare, gotta heat me up
Blowing on bagpipe like she Scottish, don't need Scotty to bеam me up
**** need a bypass, bitch took all my heart, and she ain't еven read me up
[Verse 2]
Tip toes, she cannot reach me
Blonde little bitch pushing buttons, Dee Dee
Ride through yo' city, yo' aunt show me titty
This shit getting gritty, yo' pussy too teeny
My shit be too fat, it don't fit in bikini
I fold a ho up like some bread, it's panini
Yo' **** a weenie, he think that shit hard
And I think that shit easy, get busy
You cop what I cop, but don't make you my twizzy
She make it pop, soda, fizzy
She got a dump with that truck, Lizzy
Money be flipping, it make a ho dizzy
She finna cry when she see me, no kizzy
I know it's deeper than water, you fishy
You wanna fuck with the gang but that's iffy
Bitch, I got bread, I got cake, jiffy
[Verse 3]
Trappers like to get rugged and risky
**** on the ground for the crab leg mickeys
Ain't 'bout cash flow, dollar sign, that's where you missed me
Shoot the whole clip, ain't hefty, it's empty
Rollin' with Tia, she pretty in Polo
Pop at his head, he don't pop no collar
Won't get no sleep, yeah, that's my motto
Gettin' dollar after dollar after dollar after dollar
[Chorus]
Came from the pit like olive, now a **** chicken in the tikka masala
Red flag, ain't paid for the product, tried to take that, took the baseball bat to the collarbone
Cryostasis, I ain't tryna be cold, that bitch ass **** remind me of
Escargot, yeah, I feed them slugs, and I ate, I'm paid, I don't need no hugs
Frankly frank, I don't need no dub, real ass **** when they see me fuck
Crank in that bitch, ain't no BB gun, I don't need your bitch, I don't need no pug
Written by: Benjamin Saint Fort, Tia Thompson-Shults, Walter moszel Williams
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