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Bring The Drums In (feat. BabyChiefDoit)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
BabyChiefDoit
BabyChiefDoit
Stimme und Gesang
Bri3
Bri3
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Abria Parrish
Abria Parrish
Songwriter:in
Artem Raschepkin
Artem Raschepkin
Songwriter:in
Finn Sutton
Finn Sutton
Songwriter:in
Jayden Whittier-Jones
Jayden Whittier-Jones
Songwriter:in
Vyacheslav Voevodin
Vyacheslav Voevodin
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
LANDR
LANDR
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
6IXX
6IXX
Mischtechniker:in
FinnGotit
FinnGotit
Produzent:in
Hawky
Hawky
Produzent:in
Icyboii
Icyboii
Produzent:in

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(Damn, FINNGOTIT) I'm at the top, now smoke my deads, you chiefing 'cause I do it The say, "Bri got so much motion," I say, "Boo, it's nothin' to it" Scary hos tying their hand, If I throw a rock, I make sure you know that I throw it Claimin' you better than me? I stay in her dreams, 'cause that's the only way you'll pursue it I don't tangle in matts, I'm out of his hair, so he dread when he see me in town Strut like Naomi, I'm pretty and poppin', they stoppin' in traffic and lookin' us down The people go crazy like apes in the crowd Like they stompin' the yard, got them shakin' the ground Hearin' the drum, go berserk on the beat, they lovin' the voice and I'm lovin' the sound Shootin' his shot and he said I'm an angel, he bought me some Kit-Kats, Hersheys and Reese's Holdin' it down for me, not a nigga, you lookin' for Yandy, want somethin' in DC's I know you can't help it, let's face it, I know you want me, your girl wanna be me I'm finna shit on these niggas, I think I got it from right here, Bri3 I don't give a damn about shit, but bucks, I come with a couple, I'm leavin' with double Whole bunch of bad hoes in my room, my point to ask, "Are you ready to rumble?" Slip in a triple, we chased 'til he tumbled, he think he the shit, so I'm burstin' his bubble I know that I say this a lot, but if you hangin' with them, fuck You makin' me hot, girl, I don't wanna cuddle You might get shot, buddy, I don't wanna tussle Thirsty girl, she done ripped me out my clothes, this lil' bitch got muscle Man, you niggas in trouble, I been watchin' the opps ass struggle You tryna kill without no money, brother, you missin' a piece to the puzzle I'm at the top, now smoke my deads, you chiefing 'cause I do it The say, "Bri3 got so much motion," I say, "Boo, it's nothin' to it" Scary hos tying their hand, If I throw a rock, I make sure you know that I throw it Claimin' you better than me? I stay in her dreams, that's the only place you'll pursue it (huh?) Get it Bri3 (go me), get it Bri3 (go me) Get it Bri3 (go me), get it Bri3 (go me) Get it lil' Chief (uh), get it lil' Chief (uh) Get it lil' Chief (uh), get it lil' Chief (uh) Where the drums at? (Bow) Where the drums at? (Bow) Where the drums at? (Bow) Where the drums at? (Bow) Bring the drums in (ay) Bring the drums in (ay) Bring the drums in (ay) Bring the drums in (ay) Nigga, don't give me that look, if my boo see you give me that look, then your chain gettin' took What can you do for me? If you don't know how to clean or know how to cook? I will if you pull out a stack on the youngest in charge, I'm the captain, I'm leavin' hos hooked Boy, I'm the youngest in charge, smoke him like a cigar, I'm leavin' 'em shook (smokin' his ass) I'm at the scene, I won't tell what I seen, I ain't snitchin', it's nothin' to mention I'm causin' a friction with motion, I walk in the room, I demand the attention I'm always one step up, I'm sensing deceit, I be knowin' intentions I don't see no competition, I'm out of this orbit, a different dimension Bring the drums in (Brrt-bum-bum-bum-bum)
Writer(s): Artem Raschepkin, Jayden Jones, Finn Sutton, Vyacheslav Voevodin, Abria Parrish Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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