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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Comethazine
Comethazine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Childress
Frank Childress
Songwriter
Miguel Curtidor
Miguel Curtidor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Wolf
Danny Wolf
Producer
WYT
WYT
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Aye, aye Bitch, I go coo-koo, I go dummy Lean up in my tummy Aye Lean up in my tummy Watch, this hoe gon' fuck cos' I be flexin' all this money Otxhello Danny, I see you! Yeah, aye, aye I go coo-koo, I go dummy (dummy!) Lean up in my tummy (tummy!) Watch, this hoe gon' fuck cos' I be flexin' all this money And my wrist is frozen, need to throw it in the oven Yes, I took your bitch to my crib, no discussion I go coo-koo, I go dummy Lean up in my tummy Watch, this hoe gon' fuck cos' I be flexin' all this money And my wrist is frozen, need to throw it in the oven Yes, I took your bitch to my crib, no discussion Niggas broke, they can't buy shit These niggas ballin' on a budget, yeah She just sucked my dick, then looked at me, and said she loved it, yeah I just fucked up sixty fucking racks for the fuck of it Boy, stop sending links to your tracks, I don't fuck with it Bitch don't even look like her snaps, undercover bitch No bitch, I do not wanna chat, or take your number bitch Say, bitch is you gon' throw that neck, are you with the shits A hunnid' shots bussin' out this tech, watch it rip your shit I go coo-koo, I go dummy (dummy!) Lean up in my tummy (tummy!) Watch, this hoe gon' fuck cos' I be flexin' all this money And my wrist is frozen, need to throw it in the oven Yes, I took your bitch to my crib, no discussion I go coo-koo, I go dummy Lean up in my tummy Watch, this hoe gon' fuck cos' I be flexin' all this money And my-and my wrist is frozen, need to throw it in the oven Yes, I took your bitch to my crib, no discussion I go coo-koo, I go dummy (dummy!) Lean up in my tummy (tummy!) Watch, this hoe gon' fuck cos' I be flexin' all this money And my wrist is frozen, need to throw it in the oven Yes, I took your bitch to my crib, no discussion I go coo-koo, I go dummy (dummy!) Lean up in my tummy (tummy!) Watch, this hoe gon' fuck cos' I be flexin' all this money And my wrist is frozen, need to throw it in the oven Yes, I took your bitch to my crib, no discussion
Writer(s): Miguel Flores Curtidor, Frank Childress, Jose De La Cruz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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