Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MC Virgins
Performer
Yun Head
Performer
Shotgun Willy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lucio Dominice
Songwriter
Jacob Kollegian
Songwriter
Finn Conley
Songwriter
Joshua Williams
Songwriter
Steven Javier
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yun Head
Producer
Lyrics
Bring your friends up at the pad
And we go bumpin' at the party all night
(At this party all night, ayy)
Grab a friend, and break it down
Into the beat or to the stereo, high
(To the stereo, to the stereo)
Bring your friends up at the pad
And we go bumpin' at the party all night
(At this party all night, ayy)
Grab a friend, and break it down
Into the beat or to the stereo, high (to the stereo)
(To the stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo)
(Stereo, stereo, stereo)
(Stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo)
Ayy, I'ma wake up, I'm about to say somethin'
Three virgins on the track, 'cept for God, he stay sus
OnlyFans, get advanced, deductin' my paystub
Got these bands in my hands, bitch
I'm 'bout to pay Yun, ayy
I'm in a band, shit, not a band kid
You a fan, bitch
Callin' Tyler, man, we puttin' down advances
My horny ramped, Prophet planned it
I'm the man, bitch
Internet rap game, I fuckin' ran it, ayy
I got a whole lotta bitch, no 'es' though
You fuckin' with that mix of our shit and techno
No dance, so let's go, my bands in escrow
A band I spent on her OnlyFans though
Didn't even need the subscription
Because she was listenin' to the MC Virgins
Yun Head, and Willy, bitch, go silly
This shit is gonna put us to two milli'
That's double the Wayne, double the pay
Tourin' cities, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy, uh)
You been down bad, and you been gettin' worse
Yun on the beat, so I ain't finna curse
But you know me, man, I can't keep my word
Kick a bitch to the curb, steady curvin' a bird
Oh, oh-oh, woah, oh-oh
Oh, there we go, oh-oh
Woah (stereo), woah (stereo)
Oh, there we go, oh-oh
Bring your friends up at the pad
And we go bumpin' at the party all night
(At this party all night, ayy)
Grab a friend, and break it down
Into the beat or to the stereo, high
(To the stereo, to the stereo)
Bring your friends up at the pad
And we go bumpin' at the party all night
(At this party all night, ayy)
Grab a friend, and break it down
Into the beat or to the stereo, high (to the stereo)
It's the G-I-B-B-Y, man, I wouldn't try
Fuckin' on a bitch out in Dubai, shit is live
I keep it one hundred, just like the emoji
All these bitches try to approach me
Bitch, do not get to close to me
I, I-I-I used to work at Baskin Robins
Five shifts every week, I forgot to clock in
Never made no money, now my album droppin'
When we drop new shit, bitch, you better be coppin' (ayy)
Me and Gibby off a Bubbly
Said if the bitch bad, she can come and fuck with me
I knew one, two hoes, but it's up to three
The whole game take notes, Light Yagami
Don't bother me
Met her at a Jollibee
When I took her home, she started singin' harmonies
And Kapow walk around like a pharmacy
Said Kapow walk around like a pharmacy, woo!
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