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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicholas Voutsinas
Nicholas Voutsinas
Lead Vocals
Michele Scatamacchia
Michele Scatamacchia
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Voutsinas
Nicholas Voutsinas
Songwriter
Michele Scatamacchia
Michele Scatamacchia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mikey the Magician
Mikey the Magician
Producer

Lyrics

MTM, hit 'em with the heat We keep running up a bag, yeah yeah Diamonds dancing on my neck all night Bentley truck swerving, hell yeah I just popped another bag, yeah yeah We keep running up a bag, yeah yeah Diamonds dancing on my neck all night Bentley truck swerving, hell yeah I just popped another bag, yeah yeah Got a bag, yeah, baby wanna fuck me You can run it up, watch me hit the 16 Movin' too fast, zoomin' in the M3 All this water on my shining, walking Louis V Two cups stuffed, let's just get fucked up All the stars bright, baby, look at this ice Let's fuck, keep it going, yeah, all night And I can't even feel my face, so shit yikes Now I gotta go, you kick me out the door You getting on the stuff, 'cause you feeling all alone Now I gotta go, you kick me out the door You getting on the stuff, 'cause you feeling all alone We keep running up a bag, yeah, yeah Diamonds dancing on my neck all night Bentley truck swerving, hell yeah I just popped another bag, yeah, yeah We keep running up a bag, yeah, yeah Diamonds dancing on my neck all night Bentley truck swerving, hell yeah I just popped another bag, yeah, yeah Big Benz hit the gas, bae, let's go And if you wanna bring your friends, I got a Range Rove' I done witness fumes, and baby, we want all the smoke I know you see my diamonds jumping, you already know All my cuts real low, I need more ice More ice, more Sprites, let's take flight I already know, yeah, we got the feeling right And if you with the shits, you can stay all night Now I gotta go, you kick me out the door You getting on the stuff, 'cause you feeling all alone Now I gotta go, you kick me out the door You getting on the stuff, 'cause you feeling all alone We keep running up a bag, yeah, yeah Diamonds dancing on my neck all night Bentley truck swerving, hell yeah I just popped another bag, yeah, yeah We keep running up a bag, yeah, yeah Diamonds dancing on my neck all night Bentley truck swerving, hell yeah I just popped another bag, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Michele Scatamacchia, Nicholoas Voutsinas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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