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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anfa Rose
Anfa Rose
Performer
Onefour
Onefour
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anfa Rose
Anfa Rose
Songwriter
Jerome Misa
Jerome Misa
Songwriter
Spencer Magalogo
Spencer Magalogo
Songwriter
Rafi Rahman
Rafi Rahman
Songwriter
Antonio Zito
Antonio Zito
Songwriter
Solo Tohi
Solo Tohi
Songwriter
Willie Tafa
Willie Tafa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adotskitz
Adotskitz
Producer
DOPAM!NE
DOPAM!NE
Producer

Lyrics

I'm getting tired of hearing the lies, it's all the same, yeah yeah Got a new chest got new work New lips to put to work Imma say bye if she want fight or complain, yeah yeah Popped two pills don't do perks I go in and woo work I move majestically They can not test me We are not in the same rooms I'll move to Europe when it's June They can not stress me Meditate when I wake up Them boys taking pay cuts They was loud then, but now they hush And for a little fame They gonna change and act like a demon She in her chains, stuck in her ways Now see wan' link up I give her game, whenever we hang I want her, don't need her But if she fuck a lame Then she ain't mine, she yours, you can keep her See I ain't got time for a thot Bitch you ain't stressing me I don't feel empathy I'm on my way to the top (yeah) Focused on mula I cannot do verbals Unless I'm discussing my guap (mula) Straight off the bag, hand me the cash Flexing my arm like The Rock (cash) Enough of the brag, fill up the mag Run up and you get popped (Bop bop bop) See I do this shit for thrill I put like ten and a bit on the grill (Mula) I put like ten and a bit on a watch So I can put ten and a bit on a kill Know I ain't coming to play I've been hustling young for meal on my plate I was really on minimum wage Now the shoes are Italian made And I'm speaking on nothing but facts, raise me a toast She want a pic, so I'm striking a pose She wanna chill, but I'm out with bro So I'm Calling up Anfa to get her a Rose Look lad, my money's legit Amiri the drip And Louis' all over my clothes Pour out the liquor and sip Cause We're getting lit Shut it down then we're back on the road (road, road) Tell me where the Divas at She said where the Sativa at A war in the west, get the Gelato Tell him I need the pack I keep my brothers beside me I cannot leave the pack I gotta feed the pack I gotta lead the pack, yeah It's been a hot minute I need the top quickly I ain't gon' lie I gotta slide You know the guap ringing I've been on fire, you feel me? Ask your missus she know who I am She in the drop filming Told her no flicks, no Instagram I'm getting tired of hearing the lies, it's all the same, yeah yeah Got a new chest got new work New lips to put to work Imma say bye if she wan' fight or complain, yeah yeah Popped two pills don't do perks I go in and woo work Death before dishonour I ain't leaving none of mine with em (facts) Since the beginning lad I always said it Anything I want I'll get it (true) Making my dreams a reality I keep the same mentality (bop, bop) We see the opps and they leg it (bop, bop, bop) Lad, they're pathetic I used to trap for a living (trap) But now I'm paying them in credit Swip-Swiping them cards off Lad ain't none of us starving Us-Us-Us-Used to complain about gas for the car Now I pay 'em to park it Co-Co-Cops asking me how I'm driving this car, like Why the fuck are you asking (why) They looked to the passy, he says "I'm a star, bah" "But I'm just getting started" Twenty-Twenty nineteen was a big red carpet ONEFOUR living their largest Every-Everyone tried to dethrone us Had us moving like we was working for Target All th-All these newfound rappers capping and that Out here just ruining the market Ba-Back then used to meet up at a park Now I drop 10 racks just to leave 'em in the dark (dark, dark) It's been a hot minute I need the top quickly I ain't gon' lie I gotta slide You know the guap ringing I've been on fire, you feel me? Ask your missus she know who I am She in the drop filming Told her no flicks, no Instagrams I'm getting tired of hearing the lies, it's all the same, yeah yeah Got a new chest got new work New lips to put to work Imma say bye if she wan' fight or complain, yeah yeah Popped two pills don't do perks I go in and woo work
Writer(s): Willie Tafa, Jerome Misa, Antonio Rocco Zito, Solo Fifita Tohi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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