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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Vocals
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter
Dylan Graham
Dylan Graham
Songwriter
Jackman Harlow
Jackman Harlow
Songwriter
Jose Velazquez
Jose Velazquez
Songwriter
Mark Carl Stolinski Williams
Mark Carl Stolinski Williams
Songwriter
Raul Ignacio Cubina
Raul Ignacio Cubina
Songwriter
Kameron Cole
Kameron Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dylan Graham
Dylan Graham
Producer
Nickie Jon Pabón
Nickie Jon Pabón
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Angel “Babe Truth” Lopez
Producer
Hollywood Cole
Hollywood Cole
Producer
Ojivolta
Ojivolta
Producer
Tay Keith
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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