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Loud Era - Playboi P feat. Young Pwavy (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loud Era
Loud Era
Performer
Young Pwavy
Young Pwavy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Ciro Vigorito
John Ciro Vigorito
Composer
Louis Vigorito
Louis Vigorito
Composer
Brian Edward Bernotas
Brian Edward Bernotas
Composer
Matthew Pfleging
Matthew Pfleging
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dakun
Dakun
Producer
Louyah
Louyah
Producer

Lyrics

Yessirrrr Yessirrrr Yeesssirrrrrr AHHHHH YESSSIRRRR Ho Yeahhhh Pwavy run shit Ho Yeahhhh You know we dumb lit Ho Yeahhhh Pwavy run shit Right here Pwavy run shit Call me playboi P get on all these magazines This a Carti type beat so I got Cartier frames Take shots in the range no it won't affect my aim Money brought me happiness And temporary pain From the East I can not lose leaf Not folding now We get turned up in the spot Until the drop go down Hit the gas they all like gimme It can not go round Call my bro aroldis chapman Pitched more than a hunned pounds Get High How I spent so much time writing Hollywood my name so she can not get invited They be tryna tell me that fame changes a man They was tryna give my brody 30 in the can Uh Yeahh Got no sidekick Ms my best friend Call me Batman gas it got me gliding All these rules they came up with I never been applying Wanna talk to me Lil bitch Go listen to my flows Yeahhhh We do fun shit Ho Yeahhhhh You know we dumb lit Ho Yeahhhh Pwavy run shit Right here Pwavy run shit Call me playboi P get on all these magazines This a Carti type beat so I got Cartier frames Take shots in the range no it won't affect my aim Know I get it in Bitch you know I get it in (WOO WOO) Ima cop a mili then I put it on my wrist Vvs the diamonds shining brighter than my bitch Yes I told my girl she special She went dummy on the Dick (MY DICK) Action i'm about it ima pull it till I win I want my estate da driveway miles from the crib Ms the tv calling need a bus to tour the digs Ima pull up in hot wheels The Forgiatos not a thing I might gift them shits right to my kids Not too many problems but keep me a list I'm bob the builder shit not too hard to fix Yeahhhh Pwavy run shit Ho Yeahhhh You know we dumb lit Ho Yeahhhh Pwavy run shit Right here Pwavy run shit PWAVY RUN SHIT Paint the picture Never been a quitter Every head it's going down Tell them boys to get up We just gotta move unknown If they don't know why Then it's a front I can see it from my third eye Never gave my greed away I don't wanna settle cause I'm the shit know why Wavy he a menace She said my D the greatest of all time I'm just tryna be myself they hate it You can call me AI I can't lose myself I know these Ems they gon be worth a while Trapping on the side Needed funds to feed the guys How could I not understand We fucked I gotta work But she don't ever wanna leave Complain that I'm a player But just want me for my cheese I can never pay the fee No I do not talk word just go round The air it gets thin Might choke when the weed starts blazing So strong popping veins and Always was evading When the police raiding So much time they taking Can't stand y'all acting like cops I can not take my guard down I keep my mouth shut If nothing in it can be good for me What's good wouldn't wanna know Making hits traditional My love unconditional For all the songs and shit we wrote Woah Woah Check came from the Lace lace Nike bag No case case Sign it on the dotted when you got it I show face face She give me that Wahhh wahhh Bag been getting hefty I threw her a bone cause I'm a dog But bitch don't pet me
Writer(s): Brian Edward Bernotas, Louis Attillio Vigorito, Matthew Pfleging, John Ciro Vigorito Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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