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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nines
Nines
Vocals
J Styles
J Styles
Vocals
Rimzee
Rimzee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nines
Nines
Songwriter
J Styles
J Styles
Songwriter
Rimzee
Rimzee
Songwriter
GX
GX
Composer
Aaronorage
Aaronorage
Composer
Soldado
Soldado
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GX
GX
Co-Producer
Aaronorage
Aaronorage
Co-Producer
Soldado
Soldado
Co-Producer
Mev The Renegade
Mev The Renegade
Co-Producer
Jay Reynolds
Jay Reynolds
Mixing Engineer
Adam Lunn
Adam Lunn
Engineer
J&B Productions
J&B Productions
Producer

Lyrics

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
Get bread and we butter up the ting
Staring in the rear view, dust up in the wind
I'm in my own lane, dussin to my win
My eyes thin, gushers in my slim
But ey, we still cut it up in cling
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
Move cocoa like the butter on my
My Spanish chick be like "Papi don't go"
But I'm married to the game bitch I'm mafioso
Remember when I had to set it in my Prada garms
Big 4 fizzy, letting off car alarms
I'm on my own, I can't be near them snitch boys
I was hiding bare bricks in them Bearbrick toys
A little weed to get my day started
I only made it out the hood cause I was bravehearted
I found out she was a hoe, I was gonna wife that
I had to go on Insta and take my likes back
They played me on the radio when I was whipping bricks
Them man were sucking pussy, I was hitting licks (that's dem man)
You know we let them things pop
I told a opp send his location, I heard a pin drop
Yeah they grind but I hustle more
All these shooters round me, what the fuck I need muscles for?
It's Nines
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
Get bread and we butter up the ting
Staring in the rear view, dust up in the wind
I'm in my own lane, dussin to my win
My eyes thin, gushers in my slim
But ey, we still cut it up in cling
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
8th gear, 170, that cars off
This .32 pistol make your heart stop
Them **** aint banging, take that mask off
Me and Nines, we shoulda been in Narcos
Pushing Class A, not no Benz
Still copping skengz, but my minds on them M's
These **** wanna go to war that's usual
But they got no money for no funeral
I've been in 5 different jails
But one foot out, I'm in two different worlds
Industry, in the streets
Just to be at peace, Akh I gotta bring the piece
This pretty ting, I wanna know the name on her
No game on her, I just put my chain on her
Get the diamond tester out, I come ready
Glad Drass' is home **** use to be my celly
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
Get bread and we butter up the ting
Staring in the rear view, dust up in the wind
I'm in my own lane, dussin to my win
My eyes thin, gushers in my slim
But ey, we still cut it up in cling
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
Written by: Aaronorage, GX, J Styles, Nines, Rimzee, Soldado
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