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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Nas X
Lil Nas X
Vocals
Tom Leigh
Tom Leigh
Strings
Ronobir Lahiri
Ronobir Lahiri
Sitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Biral
David Biral
Songwriter
Denzel Baptiste
Denzel Baptiste
Songwriter
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Songwriter
Michael Mule
Michael Mule
Songwriter
Isaac De Boni
Isaac De Boni
Songwriter
Montero Lamar Hill
Montero Lamar Hill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Nas X
Lil Nas X
Producer
David Biral
David Biral
Recording Engineer
Denzel Baptiste
Denzel Baptiste
Recording Engineer
Take A Daytrip
Take A Daytrip
Producer
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Producer
FNZ
FNZ
Producer
Drew Sliger
Drew Sliger
Recording Engineer
Ryan Rajagopal
Ryan Rajagopal
Recording Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

How you at the front of the motherfuckin' crowd with a sad face? Fix your motherfuckin' face, let's go! Yeah, yeah, uh Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh Yeah, yeah, yeah You know I love you, so I say this shit with love But please tell your fans they need to shut the fuck up! I'm doin' real shit, some never-worry-'bout-a-bill shit Some build-a-house-on-the-hill shit The money's gravy, it's comin' crazy My big sis' just had another baby, popped 'em out the labia My other nephew sittin' in the class with a broken knuckle He had to beat a nigga ass for talkin' 'bout his uncle Now listen, I ain't sayin' I condone that shit Fuck it, yeah, I said it, I condone that shit Choke that nigga out (choke that nigga), go Corona on that bitch Walk that nigga like a dog, nephew, own that bitch! Yesterday, just a day, every day I'm on this planet turnin' lemons into lemonade And lemonade to millions and better days How the fuck I get this fuckin' rich from makin' melodies? How the fuck I keep all to myself and still got enemies? How the fuck I get so many wins on my itinerary? It's January, but I already feel the summer Because it's mine, nigga, R.I.P. to Lil' Hummer Nasarati, we up Lean on my body, Lord (amen, amen, amen) Bring blessings on my soul (amen, amen, amen, amen) And when the war is over (thank you) See, it's time to tell the world the war is won (yeah) You know I'm sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains Money keep, keep, keep, keep, keep comin', comin' Sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains Money keep, keep, keep, keep (man, wake this shit up) Keep comin', comin' Yeah, if I was God, I wouldn't save y'all niggas Like a suicidal bitch, I would blade y'all niggas! Y'all my sons, but I wish I never made y'all niggas Y'all my sons, but I might just Marvin Gaye y'all niggas Bitch, I'm back like I left some Hol' up, everybody, Nasarati's got his next one! My next move always gon' be better than your best one You bitches couldn't even see Lil Nas-y in a warmup A tryout, a test run Anyways, I'm back like a vertebrae I can drop a sex tape and win a VMA I'm the devil in disguise, but I'm givin' face When I walk in the room, bitches better pray Lean on my body, Lord (amen, amen, amen) Bring blessings on my soul (amen, amen, amen, amen) And when the war is over (thank you) See, it's time to tell the world the war is won (yeah) You know I'm sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains Money keep, keep, keep, keep, keep comin', comin' Sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains Money keep, keep, keep, keep, keep comin', comin' They don't want me to want it Praise the Lord, they breathin' on me Save me, Lord, they schemin' on me Save your love, it's leanin' on me (The war is over)
Writer(s): David Biral, Denzel Baptiste, Isaac De Boni, Jasper Harris, Michael Mule, Montero Lamar Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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