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Clipse, Pusha T, Malice - M.T.B.T.T.F. (Official Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clipse
Clipse
Vocals
Pusha T
Pusha T
Vocals
Malice
Malice
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Composer
Gene Thornton
Gene Thornton
Composer
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Mike Larson
Mike Larson
Recording Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Engineer
Ramiro Fernandez-Seoane
Ramiro Fernandez-Seoane
Assistant Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Mastering Engineer
Nathaniel Alford
Nathaniel Alford
Recording Engineer
Rob Ulsh
Rob Ulsh
Recording Engineer
Kevin Madigan
Kevin Madigan
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
No confessions, questions, we contestin'
Fireworks'll send a message, iridescent
Slow him down like Robitussin if you rush in
At your door when we address him, we gon' bless him
Tried to bring him, shoulda left him, learned my lesson
Poker faces keep 'em guessin', no expression
Ice dressing on my chest and leave impression
What's a Testarossa if you don't test 'em?
Ain't your bitch unless you joystick undress 'em
My presence, your pleasure
Peasants, he's pressure
I been knee deep, key deep, we in ZZ's
Me and Lee Lee get you fronted for the summer so easy
The snow alone fill up a mobile home
My ****'s name ring like mobile phones and no one's home
White back to back Rolls at my gates
White slave master souls in my safe
White python, Manolo is the taste
She want a Mike Tyson blow to the face
Twist and turn, these guns blitz and burn
Too many flip and turn, had to get rich to learn
Uh
The Bezos of the nasal, that's case closed
Got a team full of J. Bo's on they toes
**** measly, cheap as Riesling
Believe me, I can tell 'cause your bitches look needy
[Chorus]
She want Mike Tyson blow to the face
Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate
Half price when the blow's in the crates means
More ice for the Mo's and the Ace
Made a million off a flow to the nase
**** saying that it won't, just a phase
911 Turbo with the glaze
Top dollars poking holes in the case
[Verse 2]
All you keyboard killers in your feelings
Mad you ain't trending, mad, got you trickin' on your women
Mad I don't hit 'em, I just spin 'em
Gunning and I'm grinning, in a Bugatti in my denim
This is the result of my vision, react with precision
But God only knows my intention
But selling dope is a religion, the hammer's in position
I can show **** the difference
You **** is screenwriters, we dream writers
Took chains and touch change like King Midas
Imitation is flattery, they seem like us
But only 300 bricks can make you Leonidas
My old plug asked the new plug to reunite us
D class in my ears, now let me see you bite it
She want Mike Tyson blow to the face
I'm talkin' '96 Hov with the base
[Chorus]
She want Mike Tyson blow to the face
Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate
Half price when the blow's in the crates means
More ice for the Mo's and the Ace
Made a million off a flow to the nase
**** saying that it won't, just a phase
911 Turbo with the glaze
Top dollars poking holes in the case
Written by: Gene Thornton, Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton
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