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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Samara Cyn
Samara Cyn
Performer
Stephanie Alexander
Stephanie Alexander
Choir
Charlean Carmon
Charlean Carmon
Choir
Kenya Hathaway
Kenya Hathaway
Choir
Sharlotte Gibson
Sharlotte Gibson
Choir
Sophia Stephens
Sophia Stephens
Choir
Danielle Elliott
Danielle Elliott
Choir
Nelson Beato
Nelson Beato
Choir
LaVance Colley
LaVance Colley
Choir
Jason Morales
Jason Morales
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samara Cyn
Samara Cyn
Composer
PoWR Trav
PoWR Trav
Composer
Tommy Parker
Tommy Parker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PoWR Trav
PoWR Trav
Producer
Tommy Parker
Tommy Parker
Producer
AJ
AJ
Recording Engineer
John Kercy
John Kercy
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Say, don't fuck with me Don't fuck, uh Don't fuck with me, uh Huh Okay, shit Don't fuck with me 'less you ready for this problem ('less you ready for this shit, man) Mama always taught me you don't start those, you solve 'em (you ain't ready for this shit, man) Mink, mink, goblin, finish 'em, they wobblin' Okay, chill, they fallin', damn, Cyn, get off her I'm a prophet, don't take shit, won't harm shit Can't take the play, don't you jump in this ball pit Used to work at Harbor Freight, but now this my office Can you believe they pay me all this money just to talk shit? Lil' bitch, I'm vibin', lil' bitch, we mobbin' (yeah) All in God timin', well, goddamn, I'm shinin' On these records, this ain't silver, ho, it's white gold Wait 'til I get them diamonds, it's gon' be a chokehold, KO I'm a hoochie, I'm a sellout Smell like shit every time it's me they talk 'bout I'm a born sinner, better get that gone 85, burnin' rubber 'til I get back home, uh And bitter is the fruit that fell early Slither with these snakes on me, Lord, have mercy Hands in this chicken, no Church's Throwin' up to purge it, Lord, forgive me for these urges Uh, so who the fuck I look like if I slow up now? (Uh) Talkin' out they neck, but my foot calmed that down (uh) Used to let that slide just to keep folks around Now I keep the scissors in my bag in case they get loud We pipe that smoke down, uh (yeah), don't get me rowdy These hoes can't rap with me, say that shit proudly Bad, bad, Mike Lowry Servin' face and seasoned, bitch, I even brought my Lawry's They like my lil' voice, they think that shit sweet They think they gon' beat this lil' caramel coochie (please) Well, bitch, I'm the new-age Eve Forbidden gems up my sleeve next to that .380 I'm a hoochie, I'm a sellout Smell like shit every time it's me they talk 'bout I'm a born sinner, better get that gone 85, burnin' rubber 'til I get back home, uh And bitter is the fruit that fell early Slither with these snakes on me, Lord, have mercy Hands in this chicken, no Church's Throwin' up to purge it, Lord, forgive me for these urges (goddamn)
Writer(s): Powr Trav, Samara Cyn, Tommy Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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