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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ciko
Ciko
Performer
Tk.
Tk.
Performer
Broddyfae
Broddyfae
Performer
Trigga Coca
Trigga Coca
Performer
Taufiqurrahman Kiagus
Taufiqurrahman Kiagus
Performer
Egi Mertadimeja
Egi Mertadimeja
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ciko
Ciko
Songwriter
Trigga Coca
Trigga Coca
Songwriter
Taufiqurrahman Kiagus
Taufiqurrahman Kiagus
Songwriter
Egi Mertadimeja
Egi Mertadimeja
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ciko
Ciko
Producer

Lyrics

Your idol become my fans, such a romance Kita buat bagus, semua bikin mulus Jadi halus, lawan arus Yeah, work on your chances This Tk. and the boys, run this thing To the most, fully-roasted Get the bag, get the bread, makin toasted Keep it clean, main cantik, always trusted Put 'em up, to the top, then make it worth it I don't eat raw meat But I put my clarks on my feet Keep calm and sit Lemme' kill diz beat, lemme' fill this heat Put your trust on us, lemme' give y'all preach Don't talk to me, just listen I am crafting hits, Lisa Simpson Do your dance, make it right, make it tight, thru' night To a better place, baby Imma' ride Gon' fly high this rhyme, prime time, take my dime Lights off the place, I climb, slide slime, that's a sign And stars gon' shines, offline, we grade nine, declines Into your shit, I try, improve your design Open the window, stay the fuck out my district block Stay on my glock There's nothing in my way Jika tak terima, ayo lekas carok (ah!) How to siasati, hari-hari tanpa basa-basi Aku tetap real, that's for real Tak usah ragu, you can see me (One hunnid, one hunnid, one hunnid, one hunnid) Fly in the sky aku dibuatnya Macam Kamikaze, all night long aku high Ramu rimaku ke dalam song, you know me Broddyfae (me Broddyfae!) You know me the ninja (we the ninjas!) Slapping her ass, throw on my face Pour that body with the ice, baby Nameless, faceless, nevermind me Provoke provoke, panggil Banksy I'm that Nirvana song, that you don't like Tak apa tak suka, seniku tak molek Politically incorrect I'm that motherfucker that you love to hate Tak apa tak suka, seniku tak elok Kanan pegang mic, tangan kiri lolok Why y'all scared of me? Macam aku dari Harlem Tak sedang bombing, this shit bukan kaleng-kaleng Hunnid hunnid, 100 percent sober I be rollin' "Ja" like Sonic This flow organik, witty like Bill Burr (ha?) Jadi tonik, you can call this shit botanic
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