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CHAINASMR (feat. Leota)

Jahcorey

Hip-Hop/Rap

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CHAINASMR (feat. Leota)
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leota
Leota
Songwriter
Paul Foster Jr.
Paul Foster Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
jaer
jaer
Producer
Hiiku
Hiiku
Producer
Jacob Arax E Resurreccion
Jacob Arax E Resurreccion
Recording Engineer
Moe Budda
Moe Budda
Mixing Engineer
Crudo
Crudo
Mixing Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I shoot the bank Truth gone rain Asmr my chain 8th all in my brain I patton the gang To busy fuck the fame Can't make it up they lame And hoes is stained Aye that's why I pray Keep the leach away Bleach all in they drank if they even think to hate Asmr my chain Shit is not a game We up three four touchdowns We lit like no sun down I was on board goin uptown Lately life been feelin like a bussdown Timing been on automatic Rollin cabbage all thru traffic yeah Free the real For my name I will kill Main stage big deal Ooo Foreal Main stage Big wheel (yeah) She whip my whip she know i park it Let's start it Go Go Go Go If they love me least they hate Dirty rock like tina turner 30 rocks like tina fey (hmm) Murder scene no you my dinner Birkenstock it's out the back door Back to back i say my grace David killer on the PC David killing that's my dawg like out the beach But out the beach we keep the faith they keep the hate I keep my tucker She hate music she love my face Can't fake how i do it Can't stand in one place Can't say what you said cuz it's not what they say I heard where you from it's not what they say I heard where you AC in the whip AC on my wrist Yo boyfriend mad cuz I ain't holla but you still gone let me crush I let you slide just keep it hush Tryna save you from the hood Look how I just made 6 thousand from these jackets with a hood Prolly went over they head Fuck it just play me again You prolly smoked a lotta mid Think im really bout to trip At the top of top ten Fuck it I'm just locking in Fuck it I ain't got no fears Fuck it asmr yo bitch Fuck it Mike Jack toe slide All thru the low highs Know my adreline up Pressure in my lungs keep holding me up Pressure from my friends keep blowing me up Golden while going I roll wit the punch Roll in the deep Best friend love me she know I'm a fiend Can't turn to myself We staying on fifth Keep lying the way you do with the beats Get you some cash Move when I move Luda how you think you moving with me Yeah (Uh huh) Yeah (Uh huh) Yeah (Uh huh) Yeah (Uh huh) Yeah (Uh huh) Yeah (Uh huh) Yeah (Uh huh) Yeah (Uh huh) Yeah (Uh huh) Yeah (Uh huh) Yeah (Uh huh) Yeah (Uh huh) I touch down I ain't callin no hoes Only got you in my phone I pull up and I'm picking you up I pull up and I'm picking you (aye) I touch down I ain't callin no hoes Only got you in my phone I pull up and I'm picking you up I pull up and I'm picking you (aye) Only fade I lost at the liquor store
Writer(s): Paul Foster Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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