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PERFORMING ARTISTS
1999 WRITE THE FUTURE
1999 WRITE THE FUTURE
Lead Vocals
Rich Brian
Rich Brian
Lead Vocals
TiaCorine
TiaCorine
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Dexter
Taylor Dexter
Songwriter
Wesley Singerman
Wesley Singerman
Songwriter
Brian Imanuel
Brian Imanuel
Songwriter
Tia Corine Thompson
Tia Corine Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TiaCorine
TiaCorine
Recording Engineer
Taylor Dexter
Taylor Dexter
Producer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Mixing Engineer
Wesley Singerman
Wesley Singerman
Producer
Ivan Handwerk
Ivan Handwerk
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trevor Taylor
Trevor Taylor
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Nate Mingo
Nate Mingo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Brandon Hernandez
Brandon Hernandez
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Brian Imanuel
Brian Imanuel
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Move pump it up, groove, now bump it up Move, move, pump it up (pump) Groove, now bump it up (bump) If you with me then you lucky, cool, I'm fresh and funky All the jocks say they love me (mwah), pull up like baby Huggies On the real, I'm chill, no sealin', they knowin' the deal Be for real, I feel for you 'cause yo' face is so ew (yeah) Like dog no bite, she bark a lot Show me what's good, gimme head in the parkin' lot Juggernaut, beat it up, tell me you'll never stop Give it up, walk down on me, you not big enough (huh) Fix it up, coochie too wet, now he slippin' up Kiss it up, off of the white, he got brown, so I mix it up (move) DJ the style on the road, I be switchin' up Yo' girl love me, at the show pull her titties up Niggas love me, got 'em throwin' my city up He did me dirty but watch how I clean it up Nigga so fine, gotta watch how he beat it up (damn) I been cookin', now watch how I eat it up Move pump it up, groove, now bump it up Move, move, pump it up (pump) Groove, now bump it up (bump) Hands on two and ten Speak your truth or you gon' be my food again Say you gon' blow but when you gon' pull the pin Back in '04 I lived out your whole life I flew to gold coast, no girl just solo, I do not pour fours Poppin' out the carbonated case of cold Coke Habits no stranger, man, I've been through low, lows I never wanna spend a day in Cabo, aw Bitch, I've done my due diligence I break bad hoes hearts, Vince Gilligan My money gon' come before my relevance They still waitin' 'til they get poppin' again I'm boutta get wild, she ridin' my dick in the back of Honda Don't fuck tens if she not makin' me smile I love to pet, but I'll still kill a feline All of their visions distorted They climbin' 'cause they think the top where the gold is I tasted that bread and I held on my (soul), man, I'm far from the (throne) But I'm closer to (home), and I'm closer to me These hoes convinced their pussy what I need Studio time and family what I need Worked off the clock and I sharpened my sword The new flows gon' get all of you folks up to speed Move pump it up, groove, now bump it up Move, move, pump it up (pump) Groove, now bump it up (bump) If you with me then you lucky, cool, I'm fresh and funky All the jocks say they love me, pull up like baby Huggies On the real, I'm chill, no sealin', they knowin' the deal Be for real, I feel for you 'cause yo' face is so ew It's 1999
Writer(s): Brian Imanuel, Taylor Dexter, Wesley Singerman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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