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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald E Cannon
Composer
J. Taylor
Composer
L. Edwards
Composer
Mario Dewar Barrett
Composer
Olubowale Akintimehin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Cannon
Producer
Lamar Edwards
Producer
Big Bass Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Samuel Kalandjian
Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Just me and you girl, whoa
[Verse 2]
She leave her hair in the sink
She leave her hair on the floor
Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more
She wear a scarf, Louis V to be exact
It's a wrap, messing up her rap, blowing out her back
Never let another rap **** hit it from back or the front
On my mama ****, I be gone for months, come back
[Verse 3]
And it's still tight, I like when it's real tight
I'ma lick in circles now
Tell me what that feel like
[Verse 4]
Feels like when you try them red bottoms on
It feels like this song 'cause we all the way gone
Between me and you, do anything for old girl
Like hit it in the morning, yeah, Cole World
[Verse 5]
Baby you're the one
You ain't gotta hit the club no more
'Cause we done did that
Tryna find the one
But you been lookin' for love in all the wrong places
Every day's a movie, girl, you make the scene
They gon' keep on watchin', give 'em something to see
We gon' be all the way gone
We gon' be all the way gone
[Verse 6]
She call me all the time, I ain't no regular Joe
I be stayin' at the Roosevelt more than Marilyn goes
I'm messin' bitches with Chuck, but I was wearing some Foams
Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke
TC's is on her person, I'm aware that you know
And you know the flow, they jack it, I'm apparently cold, you know
Life's lemons is bitter, I need another fruit
She know we can't elope, look at what honey do
Straight G thing, double MG thing
Weed they can't fuck with, I'm puffin' AC green
When I peep in the public, bet I'm leavin' with something
And I'm so fly I make some homebodies loud
Leave the luggage
Shout out Donny Sublime
Shout out Bobby on Hunnids
Not too many is touchin', double MG this summer
The RED album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her
I know Mario's on the hook, but I was playin' Duck Hunt
[Verse 7]
Baby you're the one
You ain't gotta hit the club no more
'Cause we done did that
Tryna find the one
But you been lookin' for love in all the wrong places
Every day's a movie, girl, you make the scene
They gon' keep on watchin', give 'em something to see
We gon' be all the way gone
We gon' be all the way gone
[Verse 8]
Yeah, he blowin' up your cell phone
Send him the voicemail 'cause we all the way gone
And you ain't doin' nothing wrong
But killing the competition in that Cosabella thong
Turn to the side, let me see them thighs
Profile, damn I'm diggin' your style, we can start slow now
Then speed it up, this playin' in the background
While I beat it up, I beat it up
[Verse 9]
Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long
We won't make it to the bedroom, I like the guest room
You can pick the next room
Put the camera on the tripod, got me playing on your iPod
I know your feelin' me on my job, director (Cut)
[Verse 10]
Baby you're the one (You're the one)
You ain't gotta hit the club no more
'Cause we done did that
Tryna find the one
But you been lookin' for love in all the wrong places
Every day's a movie, girl, you make the scene (You make the scene)
They gon' keep on watchin', give 'em something to see
We gon' be all the way gone (You and me, girl)
We gon' be all the way gone
Written by: Donald E Cannon, J. Taylor, L. Edwards, Mario Dewar Barrett, Olubowale Akintimehin