Who Is U Lyrics
| Song | Who Is U |
| Artist | Mitchell Bailey |
| Album | Who Is U |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mitchell Bailey | |
| 作曲 : Mitchell Bailey/Sean Lewis | |
| Verse 1) | |
| Scroll through her pictures, she practically naked, | |
| If she off the liquor, while i'm off the liquor, sorry i will claim it, | |
| That's my old bitch, homie, i don't care if you date her, please just take her, | |
| Zero dirt on my hands, germaphobe to the foes, hand sanitizer, when them boys try shaking, | |
| Workload piling up, what's worth more than nine to fives and cake is my talent not going to waste, | |
| When I speak on songs, nod like they agree cause my shit boom out the country like it's visas up | |
| Your girl Ibiza-drunk, ask me if she ****ed up, i cannot speak for her, lips are concealed and shut, i got that bieber touch, i got that pop feel, and i got that heat in songs, but vocally i suck | |
| I can't, sing to you, but can get into you, think she sings R&B, when all her keys are struck, | |
| She heard I beat it up, from her bestie, we keep in touch, | |
| But i got a DM crush, virtually, we in love, | |
| I like my girls, jeans, high-waist, expensive rubber boots, | |
| The type to let me **** up, and say oh it's nothing boo, | |
| Hold me back, hole me back, imma eat the, uh, like a lunchable, | |
| Classics, no not average, but all of that is, nothing new | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| I don't know! | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| I don't know! | |
| Tell me who you are, | |
| I ain't heard of you before, | |
| If I did, you'd be my dawg | |
| But I don't, so **** you all | |
| (X2) | |
| You a prop on set, put that on my, cinematography, (my cinema what!) | |
| The same one's who used to talk down on me, now give the props to me (give props for what) | |
| But that shit is old news, that's what these people do, they are not hard & thats the irony, | |
| Dime a dozen, on the other side, one of a kind, with a dozen dimes, all saying hi to me, | |
| If all i do is boss up, only the boss of all bosses could ever be boss of me, | |
| And i just bossed up some more, used to work at a store, pouring coffee, that wasn't as hot as me, | |
| Talk is cheap, mine got a fee, used to captain a soccer team, | |
| Used to skip class, caught, and brought back, now my old teachers ask can i come back & speak, | |
| Uh, | |
| Role model, more models, patron bottles, what you don't want, bro, is me involved in that culture, while | |
| getting this started, | |
| 'Cause if my ego gets sparked up i'll end up thinking it's a party, | |
| Before i deserve it, | |
| Before all these earnings, | |
| These guy had no involvement in my process & that makes 'em all nervous, | |
| They label my rants as some | |
| antics but my words all serving a purpose, | |
| That's why they don't get it, | |
| This manifested, | |
| When i wrote my first line in my memo pad, i was destined, | |
| Ahead of those older by ten, when i was ten, so ten out of ten, recommend mitch, i go | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| I don't know! | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| I don't know! | |
| Tell me who you are, | |
| I ain't heard of you before, | |
| If I did, you'd be my dawg | |
| But I don't, so **** you all | |
| (X2) |
| zuo ci : Mitchell Bailey | |
| zuo qu : Mitchell Bailey Sean Lewis | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Scroll through her pictures, she practically naked, | |
| If she off the liquor, while i' m off the liquor, sorry i will claim it, | |
| That' s my old bitch, homie, i don' t care if you date her, please just take her, | |
| Zero dirt on my hands, germaphobe to the foes, hand sanitizer, when them boys try shaking, | |
| Workload piling up, what' s worth more than nine to fives and cake is my talent not going to waste, | |
| When I speak on songs, nod like they agree cause my shit boom out the country like it' s visas up | |
| Your girl Ibizadrunk, ask me if she ed up, i cannot speak for her, lips are concealed and shut, i got that bieber touch, i got that pop feel, and i got that heat in songs, but vocally i suck | |
| I can' t, sing to you, but can get into you, think she sings R B, when all her keys are struck, | |
| She heard I beat it up, from her bestie, we keep in touch, | |
| But i got a DM crush, virtually, we in love, | |
| I like my girls, jeans, highwaist, expensive rubber boots, | |
| The type to let me up, and say oh it' s nothing boo, | |
| Hold me back, hole me back, imma eat the, uh, like a lunchable, | |
| Classics, no not average, but all of that is, nothing new | |
| Chorus | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| I don' t know! | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| I don' t know! | |
| Tell me who you are, | |
| I ain' t heard of you before, | |
| If I did, you' d be my dawg | |
| But I don' t, so you all | |
| X2 | |
| You a prop on set, put that on my, cinematography, my cinema what! | |
| The same one' s who used to talk down on me, now give the props to me give props for what | |
| But that shit is old news, that' s what these people do, they are not hard thats the irony, | |
| Dime a dozen, on the other side, one of a kind, with a dozen dimes, all saying hi to me, | |
| If all i do is boss up, only the boss of all bosses could ever be boss of me, | |
| And i just bossed up some more, used to work at a store, pouring coffee, that wasn' t as hot as me, | |
| Talk is cheap, mine got a fee, used to captain a soccer team, | |
| Used to skip class, caught, and brought back, now my old teachers ask can i come back speak, | |
| Uh, | |
| Role model, more models, patron bottles, what you don' t want, bro, is me involved in that culture, while | |
| getting this started, | |
| ' Cause if my ego gets sparked up i' ll end up thinking it' s a party, | |
| Before i deserve it, | |
| Before all these earnings, | |
| These guy had no involvement in my process that makes ' em all nervous, | |
| They label my rants as some | |
| antics but my words all serving a purpose, | |
| That' s why they don' t get it, | |
| This manifested, | |
| When i wrote my first line in my memo pad, i was destined, | |
| Ahead of those older by ten, when i was ten, so ten out of ten, recommend mitch, i go | |
| Chorus | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| I don' t know! | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| I don' t know! | |
| Tell me who you are, | |
| I ain' t heard of you before, | |
| If I did, you' d be my dawg | |
| But I don' t, so you all | |
| X2 |
| zuò cí : Mitchell Bailey | |
| zuò qǔ : Mitchell Bailey Sean Lewis | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Scroll through her pictures, she practically naked, | |
| If she off the liquor, while i' m off the liquor, sorry i will claim it, | |
| That' s my old bitch, homie, i don' t care if you date her, please just take her, | |
| Zero dirt on my hands, germaphobe to the foes, hand sanitizer, when them boys try shaking, | |
| Workload piling up, what' s worth more than nine to fives and cake is my talent not going to waste, | |
| When I speak on songs, nod like they agree cause my shit boom out the country like it' s visas up | |
| Your girl Ibizadrunk, ask me if she ed up, i cannot speak for her, lips are concealed and shut, i got that bieber touch, i got that pop feel, and i got that heat in songs, but vocally i suck | |
| I can' t, sing to you, but can get into you, think she sings R B, when all her keys are struck, | |
| She heard I beat it up, from her bestie, we keep in touch, | |
| But i got a DM crush, virtually, we in love, | |
| I like my girls, jeans, highwaist, expensive rubber boots, | |
| The type to let me up, and say oh it' s nothing boo, | |
| Hold me back, hole me back, imma eat the, uh, like a lunchable, | |
| Classics, no not average, but all of that is, nothing new | |
| Chorus | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| I don' t know! | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| I don' t know! | |
| Tell me who you are, | |
| I ain' t heard of you before, | |
| If I did, you' d be my dawg | |
| But I don' t, so you all | |
| X2 | |
| You a prop on set, put that on my, cinematography, my cinema what! | |
| The same one' s who used to talk down on me, now give the props to me give props for what | |
| But that shit is old news, that' s what these people do, they are not hard thats the irony, | |
| Dime a dozen, on the other side, one of a kind, with a dozen dimes, all saying hi to me, | |
| If all i do is boss up, only the boss of all bosses could ever be boss of me, | |
| And i just bossed up some more, used to work at a store, pouring coffee, that wasn' t as hot as me, | |
| Talk is cheap, mine got a fee, used to captain a soccer team, | |
| Used to skip class, caught, and brought back, now my old teachers ask can i come back speak, | |
| Uh, | |
| Role model, more models, patron bottles, what you don' t want, bro, is me involved in that culture, while | |
| getting this started, | |
| ' Cause if my ego gets sparked up i' ll end up thinking it' s a party, | |
| Before i deserve it, | |
| Before all these earnings, | |
| These guy had no involvement in my process that makes ' em all nervous, | |
| They label my rants as some | |
| antics but my words all serving a purpose, | |
| That' s why they don' t get it, | |
| This manifested, | |
| When i wrote my first line in my memo pad, i was destined, | |
| Ahead of those older by ten, when i was ten, so ten out of ten, recommend mitch, i go | |
| Chorus | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| I don' t know! | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| Who is you? | |
| I don' t know! | |
| Tell me who you are, | |
| I ain' t heard of you before, | |
| If I did, you' d be my dawg | |
| But I don' t, so you all | |
| X2 |
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