Danileigh - On Lyrics
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On
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What Are The Lyrics For On By Danileigh?
Pull up swang
Strike a pose Catch a vibe We on a roll What it look like Bitch I'm on Ya ya I'm on I used to be so broke waiting on pay day And now I got these bands coming from every way I always use to be the one to always double back And now they tryna catch me like a relay Goin' so crazy We the life of the party Everybody we vibin' We just getting retarded We so litty we faded Popping bottles we made it Man they said I wouldn't get it Went and got it regardless Pull up swang Strike a pose Catch a vibe We on a roll What it look like Bitch I'm on Ya ya I'm on Pull up swang Strike a pose Catch a vibe We on a roll What it look like Bitch I'm on Ya ya I'm on And now they always blowing up my line Same ones told me I would never shine I can't believe they always hating from the side All I know is, Rollie it's my time We be goin' so crazy We the life of the party Everybody we vibin' We just getting retarded We so litty we faded Popping bottles we made it Man they said I wouldn't get it Went and got it regardless Pull up swang Strike a pose Catch a vibe We on a roll What it look like Bitch I'm on Ya ya I'm on Pull up swang Strike a pose Catch a vibe We on a roll What it look like Bitch I'm on Ya ya I'm on |
Who Wrote On By Danileigh?
Cassio Bouziane Lopes, Danielle Curiel, Omari Massenburg, Teddy Pena
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What's The Duration Of The On By Danileigh?The duration of On is 2:18 minutes and seconds. |
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