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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
Rad Cat
Rad Cat
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Ariza
Christian Ariza
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Rad Cat
Rad Cat
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Boss man, main, main, main, main
Thing, thing, wanna fuck me
Boss man, main thing wanna fuck me
Love me, shawty love, love me, yeah
[Verse 2]
Bad bitches wanna fuck me, yeah, yeah, sh-shawty love
B-bad bitches wanna fuck me, yeah, yeah, you know
Sh-shawty love the way I, shawty love the way I
Shawty love the way I, think I'm cutting off
I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up
She be showin' up, all that ass you got behind you
Slim waist, all that ass you got behind you
I mean, I mean where the fuck they find you?
Where the, where the fuck they find you?
I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up
She be showin' up, she be showin' up
[Verse 3]
Hold up, pause, break the knob speaker going out
Two big booty bitches, both cheeks poking out
If I feel played everybody getting robbed
This fine motherfucker going on a car
Listen to 3 6, slob on my knob
If I don't know you I don't wanna, I don't like the vibe
Disrespect me, I'ma die, see it in my eyes
Hit my dog, hit the mall, what you did, drop a bag
In the fast 9, bragging 4-50 eighty tag
Got a chick, she a Dominican and she have a tan
Portuguese on her, big knots going at her thigh
Throw some D's on her I'm a rich boy
I'ma tell **** they can sleep on you when your bitch made
How can I tell my mama, she gone lose respect for me
If I ain't die, bless her heart, she gon' be upset with me If I ain't fly
I'm retarded, I'ma dog, I'm a lil bhagyari dog
Pulling up, happy meals right outside of Benihana's
Try to drink a million, know he really want to see me honored
Mulsanne, no need to toss a hater, bout to see me bubble
**** he be wanna shoot the shit but he ain't saying nothing
Got a wrong ****, acting weird like he up to something
Drop fifty racks bag another **** touched them
Game played above the shoulder can't think, get the shovel
[Verse 4]
Bad bitches wanna fuck me, yeah, yeah, sh-shawty love
B-bad bitches wanna fuck me, yeah, yeah, you know
Sh-shawty love the way I, shawty love the way I
Shawty love the way I, think I'm cutting off
I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up
She be showin' up, all that ass you got behind you
Slim waist, all that ass you got behind you
I mean, I mean where the fuck they find you?
Where the, where the fuck they find you?
I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up
She be showin' up, she be showin' up
[Verse 5]
Hold up, pause, break the knob speaker going out
Attempts at a foreign and you beeper going off
I just hate Kevin Gates, he be showing off
Big name, getting heavy, horsepower on the Chevy
Money white, counting betty, bad bitch we together
Jugg man, another level, mansion crib, jewellery section
18k plain Jane, Lance bought a bezel
Freak or we can fuck where ever again, so fuck'em up
All black 750 with the peanut butter guts
Ooh, who is this big fine mother fucker running up?
Pump in the bump, booty going bumpabumpabump
Shoes on watch me, drunk man, what the fuck
Beem, boom, beem, bam, boom, yeah going dumb
Glock, boom, boom, boom, boom, now you want to duck
You was on the gram talking tough, now you wanna hug?
Hundred fifty bands on the bluff, cuz get a cut
Moving on better thoughts, cleaner weed, cleaner living
Catching bags at the cleaners, even made a cleaner killing
What he said? fuck a ****, I ain't really get to hear
Lately, I been running out of seconds tryna get a minute
Using me a metaphor, I figured you would get the picture
Shawty bad, she a ten, blowing gas in Virginia
Express pass, had to get it, you ain't get the picture?
****
[Verse 6]
Bad bitches wanna fuck me, yeah, yeah, sh-shawty love
B-bad bitches wanna fuck me, yeah, yeah, you know
Sh-shawty love the way I, shawty love the way I
Shawty love the way I, think I'm cutting off
I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up
She be showin' up, all that ass you got behind you
Slim waist, all that ass you got behind you
I mean, I mean where the fuck they find you?
Where the, where the fuck they find you?
I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up
She be showin' up, she be showin' up
Written by: Christian Ariza, Kevin Gilyard
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