Top Songs By Rittz
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Suga Free
Vocals
Rittz
Vocals
Lamar Williams Jr.
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Winslow
Songwriter
Dajuan Walker
Songwriter
David Sweeten
Songwriter
Jihad Hud
Songwriter
Jonathan McCollum
Songwriter
Richard Allen Brown
Songwriter
Walter L Williams Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Cybulsky
Mixing Engineer
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
The city is glamming
In the spot coming from my gucci lenses
Plus tour busses scoops and benzes
I ain't used to this I came through the trenches
Now my cousin fill up on boots and end em
Said I can't pronounce multiple bank accounts
Now I get my homies and my hemmy downs
Shit I used to get a hundred bucks a show
Now I get a couple grand to come and stand around
And drink shots of crown but never snitched to real
One too many gotta catch some air
Rooftop parties bars everywhere
But success don't rest out of hair corvair
Big rozay ho's day when I come and show them
This the me I get 'em tipsy freeze
Be going both ways pussy lickers skills that go showcase
Late night bunch of hoes at my doorway
It's 4 in the morning and the party don't end
Baby come over, baby come over
Our clothes on the ground drinking Crown till we spin
Fuck till we're sober
Two fucker take a break to take a shot
Restaurant closed so we go in
Have my iphone out making homemade porn
And she screaming oh Lord, like she born again
One of us going down on snorkeling
Walk by my hotel room door and
I'm sure you heard us bone and probably came the moment
And fuck a maid keeping knocking reorienting
She give me oral then I told her you're a 10
Blind cause you really bout eaten a half
But a head game is the greatest I had
It's a damn shame that I'm singing the last
Bet it was a blast she was making the splash
And I got one more favor to ask
Can I put a little bit cocaine on your ass
I took a sniff and I told the bitch slider this mess
It's 4 in the morning and the party don't end
Baby come over, baby come over
Our clothes on the ground drinking crown till we spin
Fuck till we're sober
I'm feeling like a rabbit coming out of the egg
Feeling like a motherfucker breaking down record my tool
The nerve of this nigga with a flat on glove
Hella body with a bounce this is pimpin ho
Polished, Groomed! shake with a fine grim
And buffed out to a shine that'll blind a bitch, don't I walk like I Got I all down to a science bitch
Kinda like domino's pizza
And don't get too comfortable in the morning,
Money always feel better than sex to me
The trick if I pick it up and ask for free
Motherfucker flamboyant
When I walked on the snow baby
And the sound of Sade fills the room with jamma bitch which fills my pocket
I like to wiggle wiggle it more I'm a hustler
Walk around pimpin' I don't touch 'em
I thought you knew that pimps don't go to jail
For pimpin', they go for mispimpin'
So don't do that...
And understand God made pimps so a ho can have a man
A trip won't understand
Suga Free... my man!
It's 4 in the morning and the party don't end
Baby come over, baby come over
Our clothes on the ground drinking crown till we spin
Fuck till we're sober
Writer(s): Dejuan Walker, Jihad Hud, Walter Williams, Jonathan Mccollum, Brandon Winslow, Richard Brown, David Sweeten
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