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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Samara Cyn
Samara Cyn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samara Cyn
Samara Cyn
Composer
Joshua "Budo" Karp
Joshua "Budo" Karp
Composer
James Royo
James Royo
Composer
Paul Omar Elkan Agyei
Paul Omar Elkan Agyei
Composer
Michael Brody
Michael Brody
Composer
Matthew Wei
Matthew Wei
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joshua "Budo" Karp
Joshua "Budo" Karp
Producer
damn james!
damn james!
Producer
John Kercy
John Kercy
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Paul Omar Elkan Agyei
Paul Omar Elkan Agyei
Producer

Lyrics

Twenties, we're in the Roaring Twenties Uh, the Emotional Twenties 'cause everybody wanna be in They fuckin' feelings So yeah Yeah, talk your shit, honey Don't, don't listen to these motherfuckers Tell 'em wake up, I'm Neo Add me to the wave like Mio No, I'm not wifey, niggas can't keep me I don't play the two, that shit beneath me Bitch, I'm a king 'Cause fuck bein' queen, I got bitches that do that Fuck bein' patient Thеy say it's my cell phone or maybe my funds low Or maybе I'm just that motherfucking cutthroat Cause everything urgent I can't even rest without bein' perfect Movin', I'm Missy, lil' buddy, let's work it At this point, the labels themselves gon' be twerkin' At this point, I might as well kiss goodbye workin' To what a gatekeeper when I'm ridin' in the tank? Eatin' through the top floor while you shittin' on your break With my real fine southern nigga cuttin' up the bass Hangin' out the window, inhale Screamin motherfuck the bank, nigga Screamin motherfuck the bank, nigga Screamin motherfuck the bank, nigga Screamin motherfuck the— (Ayy) Screamin motherfuck the bank, nigga Screamin motherfuck the bank, nigga Screamin motherfuck the bank, nigga Screamin motherfuck the bank, nigga Screamin motherfuck the bank, nigga Screamin motherfuck the bank, nigga Screamin motherfuck the— (Ayy) Screamin motherfuck the bank, nigga Screamin motherfuck the bank, nigga Screamin motherfuck the bank, nigga (Where the fuck is you goin'?) Heart-to-hearts to right my wrongs And bear the bones of past, present just to drive me home I made paper from pen, I walked it true For sin repent, forgave every nigga did me wrong Give grace for Black boy, came from broken homes Hold the world, it's amazing how he hold his own So I hold mine too and daddy's too And hold my tongue on how my sister raisin' my nephew Because you is you and I is me And even if we don't agree, still hold my peace But me and mines, we cut from the same goddamn seams He hold his piece, don't touch his nerves, don't fuck with me Got too much gut from all that beef Keep it tucked for any motherfucker feel testy A star was born, he gave his life And if it's tried, he cock that back in one, two, three
Writer(s): James Royo, Joshua "budo" Karp, Paul Omar Elkan Agyei, Samara Cyn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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