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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doja Cat
Vocals
Jack Harlow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter
Dylan Graham
Songwriter
Jackman Harlow
Songwriter
Jose Velazquez
Songwriter
Mark Carl Stolinski Williams
Songwriter
Raul Ignacio Cubina
Songwriter
Kameron Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dylan Graham
Producer
Nickie Jon Pabón
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Angel “Babe Truth” Lopez
Producer
Hollywood Cole
Producer
Ojivolta
Producer
Tay Keith
Producer
Songtexte
I wish it was just us in this bitch
But they can't trust us in this bitch
'Cause I'm tryna bust nuts in this, huh
Let's keep it
On a hush-hush in this bitch
I told her she's so pretty
And she just blushed in this bitch
She clutch-clutchin' my huh
I'm adjusting my huh
She husky like mush-mush in this bitch
You must be nuts rushin' this
Slow it down like macaroni
I know it sounds like Zack and Cody
This life's sweet, I mean high-key
And you might be
Something that isn't quite but slightly
Resembles wifey, I'ma need this nightly
You say you know all about Pisces
I disagree, but call it out nicely
I'm all on you, fallin' out my seat
I wish it was just us in this bitch
But they can't trust us in this bitch
'Cause I'm tryna bust nuts in this, huh
Let's keep it
On a hush-hush in this bitch
I told her she's so pretty
And she just blushed in this bitch
She clutch-clutchin' my huh
I'm adjusting my huh
She husky like mush-mush in this bitch
You must be nuts rushin' this
Slow it down like macaroni
I know it sounds like Zack and Cody
This life's sweet, I mean high-key
Yeah
Two hands on my 'fro, starin' into my soul
Leg up on that chair, hand on that arm, tongue in that throat
I don't play with my pen
Leave it on a good note
Keep you all on your toes
Leave the TV off for this show
You a softy
Marshmallows and black coffee
My mouth cold from this blue frosty
My back blown 'cause you blew it off me, like, "Uh"
You want me or what?
Prove that with yo' huh
Spend some for this huh
Who said that ain't love?
And this bass hittin' real backhanded
Insatiable, I'm like Pac-Man
We go back further than backgammon
Hey, Jackman, I mean, Jack Rabbit
I'm runnin' while I look back at it
Fans really some fanatics
They cooked, kinda like crack addicts
We cookin' shit up like black magic
Backs to 'em, paper talk, spoke fax to 'em
Makeup on for these pop features
I'm throwin' ass to some bad music
Yeah, I'm that stupid, like, duh
You mad cute, I wan' fuck
Don't ice box me, let's touch
I wish it was just us in this bitch
But they can't trust us in this bitch
'Cause I'm tryna bust nuts in this, huh
Let's keep it
On a hush-hush in this bitch
I told her she's so pretty
And she just blushed in this bitch
She clutch-clutchin' my huh (my huh)
I'm adjusting my huh (huh)
She husky like mush-mush in this bitch
You must be nuts rushin' this
(She lonely)
We can just be friends like Musiq Soulchild
And Bobby Valentino, you can slow it down
We got all these Temptations like the group from Motown
And I'm player like the crew that came up through my hometown
Writer(s): Jose Angel Velazquez, Mark Carl Stolinski Williams, Raul Cubina, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Amala Zandile Dlamini, Dylan Graham, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Kameron Cole
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