Lirik Lan Terjemahan - Wake Em' Up
— ditembangake dening Rich The Kid , Murda Beatz
"Wake Em' Up" lirik lan terjemahan. Temokake sapa sing nulis lagu iki. Temokake sapa sing dadi produser lan direktur video musik iki. "Wake Em' Up" komposer, lirik, aransemen, platform streaming, lan liya-liyane. "Wake Em' Up" iku tembang sing dilakokaké ing inggris. "Wake Em' Up" ditembangake dening Rich The Kid , Murda Beatz
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"Wake Em' Up" Lirik
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Director - @sonofsee @murdabeatz
DP & Editor - @kyepopham
Production Company - @rollthedicestuidos
Producers - @dylanxreid @kyzaretsky
Sound Design - @serenjacob
Titles - @namedtyrone
BTS Photography - @curtishuynh @sonofsee
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LYRICS:
Yeah
Ya
Yessir
I had to wake em up
Just like a lil bit of coffee
Gettin this chicken it’s salty
Brush the haters off em
I run up the bands
Patek or Lamb
There ain’t no sh*ttin on me
The Richie or Rari homie
For the racks I’m never lonely
I did the show for the crypto
Pipe her up now the b*tch she do the most
I put Chanel on my h*e
I bought Rollie’s for the bro’s
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
White toes for her feet
Had to Wake em up they was sleep
(Don’t play with me)
I done told n****s not to play with me
I’m the one n***a, not the two
I could boss up like a suit
I’m in the bed, now I snooze
I’m on a run with the bands on me
n****s switched up, n****s changed on me
For the fame and all the chains homie
RIP to Rich Homie
You get lit then they on your d*ck
My b*tch she slim n fit
I been juggin’ since a jit
A n***a hit the plug with the counterfeit
They be tryna go pop
N****s just dropped
B*tch wanna lick my wrist
Turn on the stove, I’m back in the kitchen I’m whippin’ a brick
I got the dough like fresh out the pan
Young n***a duckin’ Uncle Sam
I was broke like cookin’ Spam
Now I’m rich I whip the Lamb
I had to wake em up
Just like a lil bit of coffee
Gettin this chicken it’s salty
Brush the haters off em
I run up the bands
Patek or Lamb
There ain’t no sh*ttin on me
The Richie or Rari homie
For the racks I’m never lonely
I did the show for the crypto
Pipe her up now the b*tch she do the most
I put Chanel on my h*e
I bought Rollie’s for the bro’s
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
White toes for her feet
Wake em up they was sleep