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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Freedia
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Comaskey
Composer
Freddie Ross
Composer
Suzannah Powell
Composer
Owen J Hobson
Composer
Ryan Chavez
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gold Glove
Producer
Boyfriend
Producer
Reginald Nicholas Jr.
Engineer
Miles Comaskey
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Harrison Holmes
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Kurt Bradley
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Big Freedia, oh
Big Freedia, queen diva
Ooh, you thought you knew me
We goin' looney
Ooh, you thought you knew me
We goin' looney
We goin', we goin', we goin' looney
We goin', we goin', we goin' looney
We goin', we goin', we goin' looney
We goin', we goin', we goin' looney
What's up, doc? Shoot your shot
It's 'bout to pop off, we on the clock
What's up, doc? Shoot your shot
It's 'bout to pop off, we on the clock
Go cartoony, when I hit 'em with the looney
Flow so fast, Roadrunner can't pursue me
Lights, camera, action, I'm the main attraction
Wildin' like Coyote, got the party coming to me
I thought I saw a putty cat, I thought I saw a putty cat
Tweet, tweet, tweet, oh, why you haters always doin' that?
I did, I did, I did see a putty cat
Beep, beep, beep, that's my team and they got my back
Ooh, you thought you knew me
We goin' looney
Ooh, you thought you knew me
We goin' looney
We goin' looney now, we goin' looney now
We goin' looney, goin' looney, goin' looney now
We goin' looney now, we goin' looney now
We goin' looney, goin' looney, goin' looney now
Chillin' like Bugs, got the coolest fans ever
Run it back to half, I'ma bring the stormy weather
Birds of a feather, flockin' it together
Quack, quack, quack, we ain't crackin' under pressure
No, what you talking 'bout?
Oh, we 'bout to knock you out
No, what you talking 'bout?
Oh, we 'bout to knock you out
We goin', we goin', we goin' looney
We goin', we goin', we goin' looney
We goin', we goin', we goin' looney
We goin', we goin', we goin' looney
What you talking 'bout? (Uh, uh)
We 'bout to knock you out (uh, uh)
What you talking 'bout?
We goin' looney
We 'bout to knock you out
We goin' looney
What you talking 'bout?
We goin' looney
What you talking 'bout?
What's up, doc? Shoot your shot, it's 'bout to pop off
What's up, doc? Shoot your shot, it's 'bout to pop
What's up, doc? Shoot your shot, it's 'bout to pop off
What's up, doc? What's up, doc?
I'ma duffy Daffy Duck, quack, quack if you buck
Rollin' with the Toonsquad, wish my haters luck
I'ma duffy daffy duck, quack, quack if you buck
Rollin' with the Toonsquad, wish my haters luck
You thought you knew me
We goin' looney
You thought you knew me
We goin' looney
Th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-that's all, folks
Th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-that's all, that's all
Th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-that's all, folks
Th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-that's, that's, th-th-th-th
That's all, folks
That's all, that's all
Writer(s): Freddie Ross, Suzannah Powell, Ryan Chavez, Owen Hobson, Miles Comaskey
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