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PERFORMING ARTISTS
CARTIER HENDRIX
CARTIER HENDRIX
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Jay Dashiff
Stephen Jay Dashiff
Composer
Edgar Key Jr
Edgar Key Jr
Composer
Eli Blackledge
Eli Blackledge
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CARTIER HENDRIX
CARTIER HENDRIX
Cover Art
PunchmeinJay
PunchmeinJay
Producer

Lyrics

(Aye Jay, hol up punch me in) Hol' up Hol' up Louder Woah Hey I can make a plate but I don't even really cook Realer than I look All the L's I took All the shit I learned All the pape I earned All the opps be hating cause they see the cash I burned Running to that money pass the sticks we taking turns If my nigga say he need it I'm gon get it no concern I shed tears I lost a check but that shit turned me to a man I got brothers, I got dogs, but I aint got no fucking friends She say she love me, She don't love me she just want what's in my pants If she stay down and don't switch, I might fly her out to France I can't say I did this shit alone and X out on my mans' They don't know just how it feels To have that world up in yo hands (woah) (Hey) I can't abuse it or lose it The money or these hoes boy you know which one I'm choosin' Uppin' on the gram, but in real life they be losing His bitch seen us boy, and you know which one she chosing (Reno baby) I don't need no hello, don't need help from hello Elohim Aye that pussy righteous and I know that cause it smell so clean Got godliness all in my jeans, condoms in my jeans If y'all got problems how I speak just take that shit up with my team Jay, Cartiér, Merino man that's what they choosin' I made a whole lotta problems, not even got excuse 'em Aye see a muse, that's too amusing I used to schmooze now I got two choosin' Who losing Aye losing Cool cat that's twin no siamese Bringing boombap back this him, yes I am he Yes I can see how you moving yeah you eyeing me Come face the heights with me that petty shit can't trifle me (Woo) I can make a plate but I don't even really cook Realer than I look All the L's I took All the shit I learned All the pape I earned All the opps be hating cause they see the cash I burned (Al-Right) Running to that money pass the sticks we taking turns If my nigga say he need it I'm gon get it no concern I shed tears I lost a check but that shit turned me to a man I got brothers, I got dogs, but I ain't got no fucking friends I got brothers, I got dogs, but I ain't got no fucking friends
Writer(s): Edgar Key Jr, Eli Blackledge, Stephen Jay Dashiff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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