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GoldLink - Thump Chronicles Vol. 1 (Audio) ft. Pressa, Dan Diggerz
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pressa
Pressa
Vocals
Dan Diggerz
Dan Diggerz
Vocals
D'Anthony Carlos
D'Anthony Carlos
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'Anthony Carlos
D'Anthony Carlos
Composer
Nyandoro Kelly
Nyandoro Kelly
Composer
Quinton Gardner
Quinton Gardner
Composer
Daniel Morrison
Daniel Morrison
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nyge
Nyge
Producer
Jonny Breakwell
Jonny Breakwell
Recording Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, mm-hmm Yeah, geez (This sounds like Nyge) Yeah I don't do shit for the sport Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh Ridin' with some ack on a boat Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh I don't do shit for the sport Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh Ridin' with some ack on a boat Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh I was sixteen when I buss my case When I start rappin' had to hide my face I was movin' packs right up out my place Had to buss moves so I leave no trace Niggas turn snitch, trust no bitch Ain't no love, I love sticks Never show fear, but fuck all that I was in the field with a shield and whole lotta deals And whole lotta money, give no fuck about a rap Niggas be thinkin' I'm rude, uh (rude) Hit up my shooter to shoot Tobacco is all in my zoot, uh Keep me a knife in my boot, uh Bitch thought she was cute, uh Buss me a script by the pool GoldLink my guy, you a fool I don't do shit for the sport Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh Ridin' with some ack on a boat Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh I don't do shit for the sport Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh Ridin' with some ack on a boat Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh Lil' boy swim Lil' boy drown if that nigga ain't used to water Crack, cocaine Yeah, a young nigga try get it like Coach Carter Dah-dah-dah, dah They know Pressa, she need runnin' down, John Connor Fifteen shots like I'm Vince Carter Told her partner, she from Dower Campin' out, camp for hours C.D. look like C.N. Tower Gotta grave and a flower Young nigga, he came from powder Got finesse, got drugs, novocaine and super sour From the streets, nigga, bitch that nigga, he fooled that trial I don't know 'bout your dawgs, but mine, they out to eat See my niggas servin', crack, cocaine and dodgin' deets Young nigga, white tee, dope boy, Forces, no crease And the police use my jew-el-ry for evi-d-ence
Writer(s): D'anthony William Carlos, Nyandoro Kelly, Daniel Morrison, Quinton Gardner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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