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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
Bass Charity
Bass Charity
Programming
Supah Mario
Supah Mario
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
DeMario Priester
DeMario Priester
Songwriter
Luzian Gregor Tuetsch
Luzian Gregor Tuetsch
Songwriter
Jorge Miguel Cardoso Augusto
Jorge Miguel Cardoso Augusto
Songwriter
Harissis Tsakmaklis
Harissis Tsakmaklis
Songwriter
Feliciano Ponce Ecar
Feliciano Ponce Ecar
Songwriter
Yeat
Yeat
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yeat
Yeat
Mixing Engineer
Bass Charity
Bass Charity
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Supah Mario
Supah Mario
Producer

Lyrics

Outside (uh), yeah Pullin' up in Tonkas, bitch, we learned just how to finesse (uh) Big body, got the big Tonk (Tonka) Turn this shit up, it's my song (luh crank) Half a Perky, I'm right in my zone I'm shoppin' on the way back home (go) I'm puttin' on for the westside, so I'ma bust a nut on her chest Hope you got bulletproof vests on, told 'em I'ma do it the best Turn this shit up, my theme song, I might run out of gas High as a tent with the beans on, bitch, I been way out of space Yeah, lil' thottie, watch your tone (hey) YSL, feel like cologne Why you be callin' my- (hey) I don't even mean by- (hey) Rollie flooded (flooded) Diamonds flawless (flawless) Bad thotties (hey, yeah) Big bodies (skrrt, yeah) Watch yourself Told you that I want you, I don't need you (yeah) I could tell You don't got no money, that shit see through (ha) Outside (ayy, ayy) I'm just outside, I'm just outside (ayy) Yeah, and we turn up (ayy) Flawless diamonds on me, bitch, my burners I just called up all my twizzys, my brothers (yeah) Yeah, we had pulled up on your wifey, said they love us (yeah) No, no, you can't be no Twizzy Rich 'cause you don't know us I just crank inside the Lamb', you not rich, you bogus Racks, hey, yeah Pullin' up in big ol' bodies with bands like it's parade I can't trust a soul, can't trust nobody, but that's my way I don't be goin' to sleep, I wake up at night and geek up all day Outside (uh), yeah Pullin' up in Tonkas, bitch, we learned just how to finesse (uh) Big body, got the big Tonk (Tonka) Turn this shit up, it's my song (luh crank) Half a Perky, I'm right in my zone I'm shoppin' on the way back home (go) I'm puttin' on for the westside, so I'ma bust a nut on her chest Hope you got bulletproof vests on, told 'em I'ma do it the best Turn this shit up, my theme song, I might run out of gas High as a tent with the beans on, bitch, I been way out of space Yeah, lil' thottie, watch your tone (hey) YSL, feel like cologne Why you be callin' my- (hey) I don't even mean by- (hey) Rollie flooded (flooded) Diamonds flawless (flawless) Bad thotties (hey, yeah) Big bodies (skrrt, sex) Oh, you rich? Yeah I just gave my ex a million 'cause I'm big fair (whoa) 26 Rollies and they not Ric Flairs I was in the club and hit the opp with a chair (ayy) Bad lil' bitch, put Chanel in your hair I just got a check and got my dog repaired Ridin' in the Bentley, I don't do no talking, yeah (skrrt) Giuseppe Zanotti with snakes when I'm walkin', yeah Uh, uh, patty cake, I just got my wrist out the bowl, yeah Frosted Flakes, I just checked my wrist, it's still cold, yeah I don't play, you can put your tricks in the commode, yeah I don't flake, I keep it so real with my hoes, yeah (sex) You do diss songs, you get big blazed (brrt) I get millions in like six ways (brrt) You stay on your toe, and it's a big blade Fuck her with the mask on, she can't see me (sex) Outside (uh), yeah Pullin' up in Tonkas, bitch, we learned just how to finesse (uh) Big body, got the big Tonk (Tonka) Turn this shit up, it's my song (luh crank) Half a Perky, I'm right in my zone I'm shoppin' on the way back home (go) I'm puttin' on for the westside, so I'ma bust a nut on her chest Hope you got bulletproof vests on, told 'em I'ma do it the best Turn this shit up, my theme song, I might run out of gas High as a tent with the beans on, bitch, I been way out of space Yeah, lil' thottie, watch your tone (hey) YSL, feel like cologne Why you be callin' my- (hey) I don't even mean by- (hey) Rollie flooded (flooded) Diamonds flawless (flawless) Bad thotties (hey, yeah) Big bodies (skrrt, yeah)
Writer(s): Jeffery Lamar Williams, Harissis Tsakmaklis, Jorge Miguel Cardoso Augusto, Feliciano Ponce Ecar, Noah Olivier Smith, Luzian Gregor Tuetsch, Jason Demario Priester Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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