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Kid Cudi - PORSCHE TOPLESS (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Benjamin Saint Fort
Benjamin Saint Fort
Composer
Jean Baptiste Kouame
Jean Baptiste Kouame
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Producer
BNYX
BNYX
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
William J. Sullivan
William J. Sullivan
Recording Engineer
Iain Findlay
Iain Findlay
Recording Engineer
Dominic Ganderton
Dominic Ganderton
Additional Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Josh Brazil
Josh Brazil
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jean-Baptiste
Jean-Baptiste
Producer

Lyrics

(BNYX) Pull up in my (nyoom, nyoom) Porsche topless (woo) Cool as shit, he stuntin' (yeah) Keep on lookin', mami (yeah) Let me know you 'bout it (ooh) Whoa, dippin' through blue skies, and the money doublin' (ah) 'Round the world, don't mean to brag, my man Watch me celebratin' to a toast to the life We love, we love tonight And you see we got the glow, wait 'til the city Get loud, get loud tonight The G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.), they say this on approach While I'm geeked, I can hardly speak Thank 'em, take photo and as I lean What could be next in my dream? Blessin' from God (God) Serve 'em with that bomb That's a taste, nigga, just gettin' on his job While I'm floatin' loose, baby cute (cute) She say she like the way I live my life Hey, I will show you (tonight) I walk among the clouds and all the stars, it's like a movie I landed on the moon, she let me grab all on that booty (let's go) Pull up in my (yeah), Porsche topless (drop it) Cool as shit, he stuntin' (pull up) Keep on lookin', mami (mwah) Let me know you 'bout it (oh) Whoa, dippin' through blue skies, and the money doublin' (ah) 'Round the world, don't mean to brag, my man Watch me celebratin' to a toast to the life We love, we love tonight And you see we got the glow, wait 'til the city Get loud, get loud tonight Did you notice (tell 'em) that I'm the coldest? (Yah) These women sayin' "Hi", blow a kiss, say "Hold this" (mwah) The realer who I be, smokin' neon potent (realer) Young nigga in his bag, my man, run it (run it) Feelin' right, feelin' perfect, mm-hmm (yah) Surfin', got my wave, cowabunga, ooh-wee (yeah) Movin', I'm on ten, ain't no less, no way (yeah-yeah) We party in my bedroom (uh) Pull up in my (Maybach, Maybach) Porsche topless (hit me) Cool as shit, he stuntin' (uh) Keep on lookin', mami (nigga) Let me know you 'bout it (uh) Whoa, dippin' through blue skies (uh), and the money doublin' (uh) 'Round the world, don't mean to brag, my man Watch me celebratin' to a toast to the life We love, we love through the night And you see we got the glow, wait 'til the city Get loud, get loud (hey, yeah) Pull up in my (hey, yeah), Porsche topless (hit 'em) Cool as shit, he stuntin' (oh) Keep on lookin', mami (do you?) Let me know you 'bout it (yeah) Whoa, dippin' through blue skies, and the money doublin' (really) 'Round the world, don't mean to brag, my man Watch me celebratin' to a toast to the life We love, we love tonight And you see we got the glow, wait 'til the city Get loud, get loud tonight
Writer(s): Jean Kouame, Scott Mescudi, Benjamin Saint Fort Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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