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Loe Shimmy - All My Life [Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loe Shimmy
Loe Shimmy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vincent Anderson
Vincent Anderson
Composer
Shamar Cox
Shamar Cox
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vincemadethebeat
Vincemadethebeat
Producer
808Nate
808Nate
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Harrison Holmes
Harrison Holmes
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ain't gon' lie, ain't gon' lie, I love this beat here, you hear me?
Zombieland Taliban shit, y'all know what it is, uh, hear me
Fye up that Black & Mild, man, pass me that Black & Mild so that perc can kick in
Uh, uh
[Verse 1]
Percocets and Wock, I love this feeling, brand new Rolex hitting
Catch me in the trap re-rocking bricks just like I'm Bob the Buildin'
I'm gon' hit the top, I'on wanna fuck, girl, I just want your ceiling
You don't believe me? Go 'head, ask Sos, one boy, I'm a pro at spinning
Say she leaving? I won't give a fuck long as my J's keep spending
**** dissing? I'ma drop that bag and have my killers end 'em
Cost to step, Givenchy denim, I'm on drugs to boost momentum
I play all positions, when it's time to blitz, I switch to center
They ain't wanna let me in the door, I had to break and enter
She so fine, I had to get her, let me slide right in her
Play, I want him gone, I can't control my temper
Sipping dirty Sprite, got a bad bitch on my right like Kylie Jenner
Eat me at the light inside that Maybach truck just like it's dinner
Know I'm having, got Margiela mink coat on, ain't even winter
Pants keep sagging, 'cause I stuffed 100 in my Chrome Heart denim
I ain't bragging, I could boss your life up, bitch, fuck with a winner
[Chorus]
Uh, all of my life I been spinning
Uh, make her my wife, have my children
Uh, I froze my wrist, got me chilling
Uh, I catch them dissing, I'm killing
Uh, streets left me scarred, I need healing
Uh, I snuck my rod in the building
Uh, I dive inside, what a feeling
I'm just tryna run up these millions
[Verse 2]
And then repeat, pussy ****, better not play, delete
Rap don't gotta pay me, I'ma eat, Rick Owens on my feet
Somewhere on an island, bad bitch eat me up right out my sleep
My lil' **** wilding, we been spinning, drilling shit for weeks
Rather run up millions than a beef, this shit ain't for the weak
Once these braces out, I go hit Johnny, 30 on my teeth
My Rick Owens furry, vision blurry, I'm so high, can't see
I shoot like KD on OKC, that switchy stay with me
[Chorus]
Uh, all of my life I been spinning
Uh, make her my wife, have my children
Uh, I froze my wrist, got me chilling
Uh, I catch them dissing, I'm killing
Uh, streets left me scarred, I need healing
Uh, I snuck my rod in the building
Uh, I dive inside, what a feeling
I'm just tryna run up these millions
Written by: Shamar Cox, Vincent Anderson
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