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Rich Amiri - SAME OLD ME (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Amiri
Rich Amiri
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rich Amiri
Rich Amiri
Songwriter
Javier Mercado
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
Noah Mejia
Noah Mejia
Songwriter
Primo Pepper
Primo Pepper
Songwriter
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Songwriter
Spencer Mott
Spencer Mott
Songwriter
steven giron
steven giron
Songwriter
Othello Houston
Othello Houston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich Amiri
Rich Amiri
Producer
Noah Mejia
Noah Mejia
Producer
Primo Pepper
Primo Pepper
Producer
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Producer
Luis Flores
Luis Flores
Engineer
Edgard Noel Herrera
Edgard Noel Herrera
Mixing Engineer
Matt Cohn
Matt Cohn
Producer
Otxhello
Otxhello
Producer
Radiate
Radiate
Producer
Synthetic
Synthetic
Producer
venny
venny
Producer

Lyrics

Think it's sweet up over here, you'll be a goner I ain't goin' for nothin', boy, you got the wrong one Swerve the 'Rari Portofino like Daytona If she wanna leave, I let her leave, I don't own her Starstruck, havin' lucid dreams off the red I did what I had to, I ain't got no regrets I don't wanna link up with lil' baby, that's dead I don't wanna link up with lil' baby, that's dead Thousand dollar shoes, I ripped the soles off performin' Did a song with rapper, but she only play my chorus Ballin' hard, ball like John Wall, straight scorin' Ridin' 'round with Hellcat 308's, and they loaded, okay Okay, okay, yeah Oh, you're gettin' money now? Okay, okay, yeah You gon' get up with me? Yeah, okay, okay Please, don't tweak around the members 'cause them boys don't play Shawty want me to pay the price for that lil' pussy, no, thanks I'm high as hell, can't see, my vision crooked, oh man I call her, "Number three," I ain't gon' give her no name I'm goin' for the win, I been on fire, propane Every day, booted off the drugs Havin' bread, 'member havin' crumbs, yeah Shawty worth the stress, and then some She got me day dreamin' 'bout the way she work her tongue, yeah Hustle 'cause the work is never done I won't take a break, I wake up way before the sun You, you'll probably take her to Milan I got shawty naked, I ain't take her out to lunch, yeah Okay (okay), yeah, okay, okay, yeah She said she don't do this often, yeah, okay 30 milli' back to back, to back, I'm okay I'm lyin', I done lost my mind, I forgot my name Think it's sweet up over here, you'll be a goner I ain't goin' for nothin', boy, you got the wrong one Swerve the 'Rari Portofino like Daytona If she wanna leave, I let her leave, I don't own her Starstruck, havin' lucid dreams off the red I did what I had to, I ain't got no regrets I don't wanna link up with lil' baby, that's dead I don't wanna link up with lil' baby, that's dead
Writer(s): Kevin Parker, Rio Leyva, Noah Mejia, Othello Houston, Javier Mercado, Steven Giron, Spencer Allen Mott, Matt Cohn, Primo Pepper, Elijah Policard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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