Lyrics:
They ain't been giving me credit (they haven't)
Fuck em and tell them I said It (fuck em)
Ppl be hating pathetic (they do)
Imma make sure they regret
something you can see
Or is this
The end, the end, roll credits
The end, the end, roll credits
The end the end, roll credits
Is this the end
Tell me what
sell my soul for credit, credit, credit
Buy the words to every sentence, sentence, sentence
Then just say I never meant it, meant it, meant it
People lie
This is the song that runs under the credit's
These are the credit's
So this is where it goes
Has nothing to do with the movie so we'll say
Hey! Hey!
Tío, estoy muy muñeco, he perdido el peluco
Lo tiramos del fajo, somos nuestro reflejo
He perdido el peluco, la credit card abajo
La credit card abajo,
thick legs
I tell her don't run Bitch! Just, let it
And when we done she want all the Credit
All the Credit
Cash card debit
Met her at the club shaking
Intro -
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
I need a credit check where is my credit at?
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah,
Mhm.... WOOOO!
Hook -
I need a credit
Give yourself some credit
Life ain't easy, got a home then at least you doing decent
Have a feast yeah even it's pizza
These fucking pigs asking for
some credit
Give yourself some credit
And give yourself some credit
Give yourself some credit
And give yourself some credit
Give yourself some
some
To know that I come from the state of Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville every day
Let's give
some
To know that I come from the state of Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville every day
Let's give
some
To know that I come from the state of Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old
for the realness I embody
Do you need credit for
All the souls you've touched and you put on
Do you need credit for
All the wrongs I write all by my
somethin that you can cherish
And live by yo own success level and merits
Until the reaper come and run the credits
Credits Credits, Credits, Credits
Hit 'em with the flex Old Ben
Haters mad I roll with debit no credit
If it ain't in the bank, man you know I won't spend it
I got money on my mind,
worry about credit
I'm working hard and I made it
I thought I told you I did it
I did it again man I did it
I spend it how i get it
Ain't gotta worry
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oh what yo credit is, oh what you working with
Oh what yo credit is, oh what you working with
Oh what yo credit is, oh what you
Money must drop
On a steady
Credit alert
On a steady
Confirmation
On a steady
Guys no dey dull
On a steady
Money must drop
On a steady
Credit alert
des cagoules noires
Déchirent le plastique qui entoure le code barre
On rêve à crédit de silence et d'espace
On rêve
On rêve
A crédit
A crédit
Des
Yeah
Please don't take this credit
I was up when you was sit
I'll tell you where the fuck my head is
Maybe quicker, ask your bitch
My guala green
some
To know that I come from the state of Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville every day
Let's give
the end of the road for us it's too, late
Let the credit's start to roll
I'm almost twenty-three
And I'm barely hanging on
I can't keep crashing couches
like I'm in traffic, red won't stop me I'm a bandit
I broke my credit card
I broke my credit card
I broke my credit card
It doesn't even fucking matter
Moon dancing deep down to my core
Kinda impatient I cant wait no
When the credits roll on my life
I don’t wanna feel like I lost da shine
I don’t
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