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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The-Dream
The-Dream
Programming
Eddie Smith III
Eddie Smith III
Programming
C."Tricky" Stewart
C."Tricky" Stewart
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terius Nash
Terius Nash
Composer
C. Harris Jr
C. Harris Jr
Composer
Christopher Stewart
Christopher Stewart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Godz of Analog
Godz of Analog
Producer
Bart Schoudel
Bart Schoudel
Engineer
Alec Newell
Alec Newell
Recording Engineer
Terius Nash
Terius Nash
Producer
Brendon Harding
Brendon Harding
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jordan Lewis
Jordan Lewis
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Wuepper
Andrew Wuepper
Mixing Engineer
Josh Drucker
Josh Drucker
Assistant Mixing Engineer
C."Tricky" Stewart
C."Tricky" Stewart
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You tryna make her wyle out
I just make her wyle out
Wyle out
[Verse 2]
No, she don't love you 'cause if she did
She wouldn't be all on my phone right now like that's my dick
****, she don't love you 'cause if she did
She wouldn't be all in the club, reppin' like she my bitch
[Verse 3]
****, that's my shit
You can't stand it but that's my shit
Don't need to be dramatic but that's my shit
[Verse 4]
Let a **** try to come behind me
She met you while tryna find me
Try to never mind me
Ain't gotta remind me, boy, that's my shit
[Verse 5]
You trying to make her wyle out
I just make 'em wyle out (Turn up)
I put that pussy in the rain
You put that pussy in a drought, oh, whoa-oh
[Verse 6]
I make her wanna stay
You just make her wanna leave (Yes sir)
She want me to put a ring on it
With you she don't wanna be seen, oh, whoa-oh
[Verse 7]
We've been places that you'll never ever ever go
I know shit about her that you'll never ever ever know
I know how to push that button, trust me y'all just fuckin'
And you gon' say that you don't care but I know you give a fuck
[Verse 8]
No, she don't love you 'cause if she did
She wouldn't be all on my phone right now like that's my dick
****, she don't love you 'cause if she did
She wouldn't be all in the club, reppin' like she my bitch
[Verse 9]
****, that's my shit
You can't stand it but that's my shit
Don't need to be dramatic but that's my shit
[Verse 10]
Let a **** try to come behind me
She met you while tryna find me
Try to never mind me
Ain't gotta remind me, boy, that's my shit
[Verse 11]
I call, and she coming, you call, hit the button
Love it when I shove it and I have it all in her stomach
You the type to act, why you ain't call me or nothin'
And I wouldn't have that bitch in the mall with me for nothin'
You keep petty conversation
We know two words, orgasm and penetration
Big dawg, ball to the wall, goin' all in
Send her ass back to you, hope you fall in
[Verse 12]
Kick it with her ratchet friend, you took all ten of 'em
With you to the club and got 'em all in, scrub
Bet anything that you would give one day
To know the life that a real **** live one day
Know what it like when **** fuck with you for real for running yay
And can still hit the streets and get a mill in one day
So bet, bet, if she met the king
The only thing you could be is the next best thing
[Verse 13]
No, she don't love you 'cause if she did
She wouldn't be all on my phone right now like that's my dick
****, she don't love you 'cause if she did
She wouldn't be all in the club, reppin' like she my bitch
[Verse 14]
****, that's my shit
You can't stand it but that's my shit
Don't need to be dramatic but that's my shit
[Verse 15]
Let a **** try to come behind me
She met you while tryna find me
Try to never mind me
Ain't gotta remind me, boy, that's my shit
Written by: C. Harris Jr, Christopher Stewart, Terius Nash
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