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PERFORMING ARTISTS
K CAMP
K CAMP
Vocals
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristopher Campbell
Kristopher Campbell
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Willie Jerome Byrd
Willie Jerome Byrd
Songwriter
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Will A Fool
Will A Fool
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Lyrics

It ain't nothin' to cut that chick off It ain't nothin' to cut that chick off So what you sayin', though? You know I'm the man, though Nothin' but a bird, I'ma leave you where you stand, though Heard you got a man, though, hope he understand though You ain't nothin' but a creeper baby, I'm just sayin' though, sayin' though Ay, it ain't nothin' to cut that chick off It ain't nothin' to cut that chick off Creepin' on the low, hope your man don't see She'll bust it down for some damn Lime-A-Ritas Me like some bubblegum, somethin' like Rasheeda Gotta get my partner some, she on me like Adidas Baby, you can't hold back, stop flexin' like you not Your man tryna patrol that, I guess he is a cop But he really can't cuff if he bustin' at my spot But I done had enough 'cause you makin' my shit hot Blowin' up a n- phone, what I tell your - 'bout that? ('bout that) Tryna hold somethin', hold my -, can you do that? Catch me playin' around with that - while he - And you can't say nothin' now 'cause we all been through with that, through with that, ay It ain't nothin' to cut that chick off It ain't nothin' to cut that chick off Look, so what you sayin', though? You know I'm the man, though (ay, ay, ay, ay) So what you sayin', though? You know I'm the man, though (yeah, 2 Chainz) You know that ain't a real bag -, that's a knock off When I get that work, I get to juugin' like hot sauce Outdoor pool, lakefront Hit it from the back, rearrange her lace front Stuntin', tattoos on my neck and on my kidney If I don't like that h-, I turn her - into a Frisbee If I don't like your disc, I turn that h- into a Frisbee I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy's Three cellphones and all of 'em jumpin' I can see your h- and all 'em nothin' Yeah, I'm a don, Don Cheadle, Don Cornelius Watch the Dom spill Pockets fat as Don Cartagena, nigga, done deal It ain't nothin' to cut that chick off It ain't nothin' to cut that chick off Look, so what you sayin', though? You know I'm the man, though So what you sayin', though? You know I'm the man, though (ay, ay, ay) Baby, I'm ashamed, why you actin' this way? If she 'bout that action, you can bring her this way Hit her on your mattress, make you feel some type of way Pass her to my 'migos, they gonna bust it, andale Please don't play them games 'cause I know that's what you like Knock it out the frame, baby girl, it's alright Yeah, that - bomb, I just call it dynamite You ready? Here I come, I can do this - all night Do this - all night, do this - all night It ain't nothin' to cut that chick off It ain't nothin' to cut that chick off So what you sayin', though? You know I'm the man, though Nothin' but a bird, I'ma leave you where you stand, though Heard you got a man, though, hope he understand though You ain't nothin' but a creeper baby, I'm just sayin' though, sayin' though Ay, it ain't nothin' to cut that chick off It ain't nothin' to cut that chick off
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Kristopher Campbell, Willie Jerome Bryd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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