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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rauw Alejandro
Vocals
Rvssian
Vocals
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Green
Songwriter
Oswaldo Rangel
Songwriter
Jorge A. Diaz Rodríguez
Songwriter
Kevin Thomas
Songwriter
Lance Eric Shipp
Songwriter
Rachael Kennedy
Songwriter
Donny Flores
Songwriter
Jorge E. Pizarro
Songwriter
Nathalia Marshall
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Raúl Alejandro Ocasio Ruiz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rvssian
Producer
Donny Flores
Producer
Marío Dunwell
Mixing Engineer
José M. Collazo "Colla"
Mastering Engineer
Eric "Duars" Pérez
Executive Producer
Kenobi Sensei
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Hey, Rvssian
Pa' estar contigo me quedo solia'o
Mejor así que mal acompaña'o
Fiel a mi blunt que me tiene arrebata'o
Con mi ganga activa'o
Cazando en la disco
Y tú con gente que nunca había visto
Pa' darme celo' y matarme sin pistol
De to' tus show te merece' un soldout
Quédate por tu la'o, eh (Ey, Ra-Rauw)
So, llevo mucho rato perdiendo, ahora voy a jugar pa' mí (Yeah)
En verda'
Everybody switchin' sides, only I can rely on me
Pero que el joseo, el time nunca se acabe
Que la cuenta 'e recibir dinero nunca pare
Que no me quiera una no importa, si en to' lugare' (Ey)
Toa' se mueren pa' que le' cuente sus lunare' (¡Yah!)
Y no me busque', que no te quiero ver (No te quiero ver)
Y no me llore', que yo no vo'a volver (No vo'a volver)
No tiene sentido estar otra vez (Ey)
El dolor se te va si aprende' de él (¡Yah!)
Pa' estar contigo me quedo solia'o (Solia'o)
Mejor así que mal acompaña'o (Mal acompaña'o)
Fiel a mi blunt que me tiene arrebata'o
Con mi ganga activa'o (¿Qué?)
Cazando en la disco (Uh-uh)
Y tú con gente que nunca había visto (No)
Pa' darme celo' y matarme sin pistol (Yeah)
De to' tus show te merece' un soldout, quédate por tu la'o, eh
Ayo, Rvssian
You a space cadet with this one
I learned the game from the block
Might get a drop on an opp, then I'm fuckin' his ho
This ain't no regular car
Jump in the one with the stars, it's clouded with dope
Ain't no more room for a transport, I put 'em hips on a Lambo
If I got two vibes, you on both
They take it off comin' through the door
Somewhere with a pretty bitch doin' coke
Take the saddity bitch and hit her throat
I'm wearin' Marni, it's not in the store
High-price fashion, I do it the most
Too many bags, can't fit in the Ghost
Shorty a rider, I keep her on the low
Talked to the guys, I'm lettin' her go
Choosin' a side, it's friends or foes
She know I gotta keep more than one 'cause a nigga toxic
She know these bad bitches come insane and I'm the topic
She know I pick her up in the truck, then she gotta mop me
She know I gotta be in agreement to get her a new body
She know I'll give a bitch if we ain't get one with a new body
She know she gotta be one of the ones for me
she come through the lobby
I cut bitches off for thinkin' they my wifey
Put a bitch in uniform, especially if she a hottie
Audemars the uniform, especially if she a hottie
Bigger than Ralph Lauren, my white coupe exotic, yeah
I drop a bag on her, look just like a robbery, yeah
The way I got the money thunderin'
they gon' think I'm on molly, yeah
We like the first ones, that took the jet out to Abu Dhabi, yeah
I'm goin' adiós with some rich, rich Venezuelans
I can't think about you when I'm gone
'Cause I really made these bitches
Let you have your way a lil bit, can't get in my way, lil' bitch
I learned the game from the block
Might get a drop on a opp, then I'm fuckin' his hoe
This ain't no regular car
Jump in the one with the stars, it's clouded with dope
Ain't no more room for a transport, I put 'em hips on a Lambo
If I got two vibes, you on both
They take it off comin' through the door
Somewhere with a pretty bitch doin' coke
Take the saddity bitch and hit her throat
I'm wearin' Marni, it's not in the store
High-price fashion, I do it the most
Too many bags, can't fit in the Ghost
Shorty a rider, I keep her on the low
Talked to the guys, I'm lettin' her go
Every single night
I remember you callin' out my name
All I was tryin' to do
Was put a smile on your face (Don't be a saint, don't be a saint)
Takin' my guilty conscious
(I would've been blind, I'd have been in the sanctuary)
Takin' it out on you (Money long, ain't goin' nowhere, baby)
Send me this complicated
It's drivin' me crazy, crazy, I know
Every single day (Day)
I show you the real me (Real me, real me)
I show you the real me (Real me, real me, real me)
Writer(s): Oswaldo Jose Rangel, Jorge E. Pizarro, Raul Alejandro Ocasio Ruiz, Andrew Green, Kevin Richard Thomas, Nathalia Marshall, Lance Eric Shipp, Rachael Kennedy, Donny Flores, Tarik Luke Johnston, Alvaro Diaz, Nayvadius Wilburn
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