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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SahBabii
SahBabii
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Saaheem Valdery
Saaheem Valdery
Songwriter
Andre Harp
Andre Harp
Songwriter
Beck Unruh
Beck Unruh
Songwriter
Gabriel Berube
Gabriel Berube
Songwriter
Amman Nurani
Amman Nurani
Songwriter
Harrison Song
Harrison Song
Songwriter
Rockim "T3" Valdery
Rockim "T3" Valdery
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harrison Song
Harrison Song
Producer
Evrgrn
Evrgrn
Producer
Xjay
Xjay
Producer
Dreamz
Dreamz
Producer
Stuzzy
Stuzzy
Producer
Aaron Bennett
Aaron Bennett
Recording Engineer
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Come along on this ride, it might be rocky (Rocky) Come along on this ride, it might be rocky (It might rocky; brr, brr) Come along on this ride, it might be rocky (Ooh, it might be rocky) Come along on this ride, it might be rocky (It might be rocky) Even through the storm we pursuin', doin' (Yeah, doin') You the shit, you let them pussy hoes urine (Yeah, uh-huh) G-lock thirty-three, I feel like Patrick Ewing (Patrick Ewing) I hop up in some fast shit then I go vyuum Vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum I fucked his ho, I put that lil' pussy on film (On film) What he said? That fuckboy ain't up in my realm (Ain't in my realm) I'm so cold, go get a coat and some Timbs I'm on go, can't wait on you, I'm not Tems (I'm not Tems) I'm breakin' hearts and choppin' off bitches limbs I control they life, something like Sims (Mm, like Sims) I'm slayin' bitches and sprayin' bitches for real Raise your hand if you want it, no volunteers (No volunteers) No Equalizer, not equal, kill them, Denzel (Denzel) You talkin' hoes, money, fashion, we excel (We excel) Even through the storm we pursuin', doin' (Yeah, doin') You the shit, you let them pussy hoes urine (Yeah, yeah) G-lock thirty-three, I feel like Patrick Ewing (Brr, bih) I hop up in some fast shit then I go vyuum Vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum I fucked his ho, I put that lil' pussy on film (On film) What he said? That fuckboy ain't up in my realm (Ain't in my realm) My ho bad, I think she got a disorder (She got a disorder) My ho bad, I told her, "Stand in the corner" (Stand in the corner) Upload photos, they jealous, that's mental torture (Yeah, that's mental torture) She got 'em scared, she hot, yeah, she scorching (Scorching) Yeah, she want a street nigga Squid, come from the sea, nigga I do not see, nigga, I don't wanna be niggas (I don't wanna be niggas) Yeah, I cannot meet with you, I cannot sit with you, I cannot eat with you (I cannot eat) I go up like a helicopter (Helicopter) Put a nigga ass up for adoption Small circle, yeah, nigga, fuck you (Fuck you) Even through the storm we pursuin', doin' (Yeah, doin') You the shit, you let them pussy hoes urine (Yeah, yeah) G-lock thirty-three, I feel like Patrick Ewing (Patrick, brr, bih) I hop up in some fast shit then I go vyuum Vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum, vyuum I fucked his ho, I put that lil' pussy on film (On film) What he said? That fuckboy ain't up in my realm (Ain't in my realm) That fuckboy ain't in my realm That fuckboy ain't in my realm (Realm, yeah) That fuckboy ain't in my realm (Ain't in my realm) Yeah, these whores ain't in my realm
Writer(s): Rockim Delval Valdery, Saaheem Valdery, Amman Nurani, Andre Harp, Harrison Hao-xu Song, Beck Michaelson Unruh, Gabriel Berube Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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