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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cruel Santino
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cruel Santino
Composer
Osayaba Ize-Iyamu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cruel Santino
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
How could you move so fast, Gully?
How could you party when the seasons were naughty?
How could you move so fast, Gully?
How could you party when the seasons
[Verse 2]
Yeah, the deep, deep, breeze
Enter me, me, me
Ah, breathe, breathe, breathe
Yeah, don't leave, leave
Coming for the deep, deep breeze
Hard to reach, reach, reach
Ah, breathe, breathe, breathe
It goes deep, deep
[Verse 3]
Yeah, my time is coming, I can feel the breeze
Got the po-po chasing but I'm beating the meter
Monster boy sergeant, I feel supreme
Tities be coming to get me, Maria
Coming up straight from the road, though
Moving too fast, ****, pour it slow
Mind is on fire, the weed, though
Breaking the gates and we freed the doors
My ****, they heading to Bonton
She lick that shit with her tongue, tongue
Holding me down, said I need to stay
Holding me down, like you should understand
I'm touching her clit in the Jeep
Flip, then I dip in her brief
Hold me the scythe like a reaper
Round up the shits, and I got it, we deep
[Verse 4]
How could you move so fast, Gully?
How could you party when the seasons were naughty?
How could you move so fast, Gully?
How could you party when the seasons
[Verse 5]
Yeah, the deep, deep, breeze
Enter me, me, me
Ah, breathe, breathe, breathe
Yeah, don't leave, leave
Coming for the deep, deep breeze
Hard to reach, reach, reach
Ah, breathe, breathe, breathe
It goes deep, deep
[Verse 6]
Coming for the
For the bonbon, eh, for the bonbon, eh
For the west coast riding, **** know deep inside it
Shorty wanna come and want to do it for the
For the bonbon, eh, for the bonbon, eh
For the west coast riding
Okay now, okay now, now
Freaky **** want a bonbon
She a little bad bitch with a bum-bum
Put a forty on her ass, freaky **** wanna smash
She a freaky little thing with a bum-bum
Better move that bum-bum
One time, shorty jiggle with a thong-thong
If a **** gon' get mine
With a peace of mind
Freaky **** won today
[Verse 7]
I think she got finer to me, yeah, yeah
Weed while we chill on the beach, yeah, yeah
Holding me down like a seizure, yeah, yeah
It just don't matter to me, yeah, yeah
Stacking, we counting the G's, yeah, yeah
Foreign, that pussy we eat, yeah, yeah
Holding me down like a seizure, yeah, yeah
Bitches don't matter to me, yeah, yeah
Written by: Cruel Santino