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PERFORMING ARTISTS
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Vocals
Fenix Flexin
Fenix Flexin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alejandro Carranza
Alejandro Carranza
Songwriter
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Songwriter
Fenix Rypinski
Fenix Rypinski
Songwriter
Norman “Monster Norm” Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Tez Lamont
Tez Lamont
Mixing Engineer
Diego Ave
Diego Ave
Producer

Lyrics

Ay, ay Hella wave, we the wave, bitch Look around, ain't hard to tell we gettin'paid, bitch Nigga try it on my mama, we gon' bang quick (D-Diego) Lookin' at her on the 'Gram, I'm lookin' at her on my camera (ay, ay) Freaky white bitch, I feel like Tony Montana (feel like Tony) Couple thousand dollars, we gon' pour it in a Fanta (pour it up) She told me go to work, so I'm whippin' out the hammer (pull that dick out) Work, work, work, work, work, work Baby, work it (baby, work it) I just killed it from the back, turn that pussy to a pack On my mama, good dick got her squirtin' (got her squirtin') Work, work, work, work, work, work I'm finna beat it up (beat it up) Buh, buh, buh, buh (ay, ay, ay) She couldn't take it, brought her friend, I got 'em teamin' up One perk, two perk, three perk, beamin' up One line, two line, three line, leanin' up One bitch, two bitch, three bitches, teamin' up (damn) Four, five, six, seven, eight bitches leave with us Doggin' hoes out, back then, they ain't believe in us Right wrist, left wrist, necklace, I'm freezin' up (ay) Left cheek, right cheek, baby, can you speed it up? (Speed it up) If it's up, then it's stuck, nigga, leave it up (ayy) You gon' make the news if a nigga try to beef with us Shoppin' in Neiman Marcus with the nina tucked (baow, baow, baow, baow) You could get your sister and your mama and your nina fucked (all three) Dropped Heat Stick, now I'm heatin' up (for real) (Haa, haa, haa) Bitch, I'm heatin' up (haa, haa, haa) Bitch, I'm heatin' up (haa, haa, haa) Get me a drink or somethin' (yeah) Bustin' out the molly, 'bout to peak or somethin' Rollin' out this dope, roll the dope by the O (by the O) I don't gotta say I'm strapped 'cause you already know Fuck his main bitch, side bitch, wife and his hoe (all three) Fuckin' in the kitchen and the bathroom and on the floor Ay, still a hood nigga, still post in front the store (ay) Still a hood nigga, share the clothes with my bros (ay) Still a hood nigga, but right now, I'm in Beverly (yeah) I was fresh as fuck back then, if you remember me Geesy, he that nigga, he be puttin' that shit on I'm at Met Gala, Celine and put Supreme from head to toe I'll chill with my queen, but turnin' up with these hoes Tell the truth in the booth, I could never be exposed Look-lookin' at her on the 'Gram, I'm lookin' at her on my camera (ay, ay) Freaky white bitch, I feel like Tony Montana (feel like Tony) Couple thousand dollars, we gon' pour it in a Fanta (pour it up) She told me go to work, so I'm whippin' out the hammer (pull that dick out) Work, work, work, work, work, work Baby, work it (baby, work it) I just killed it from the back, turn that pussy to a pack On my mama, good dick got her squirtin' (got her squirtin') Work, work, work, work, work, work I'm finna beat it up (beat it up) Buh, buh, buh, buh (ay, ay, ay) She couldn't take it, brought her friend, I got 'em teamin' up (teamin' up)
Writer(s): Alejandro Carranza, Fenix Rypinski, Norman Lewis, Diego Avendano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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