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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ari Lennox
Ari Lennox
Vocals
Buddy
Buddy
Vocals
Smino
Smino
Vocals
Guapdad 4000
Guapdad 4000
Vocals
Mez
Mez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Courtney Salter
Courtney Salter
Songwriter
Ahmanti Booker
Ahmanti Booker
Songwriter
John Welch
John Welch
Songwriter
Akeem Hayes
Akeem Hayes
Songwriter
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Morris Ricks II
Morris Ricks II
Songwriter
Simmie Sims III
Simmie Sims III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
monte booker
monte booker
Producer
Christo
Christo
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Mm-mm)
(Mm-mm-mm)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
You know I love you, baby (Yeah)
But I just don't trust you (No, no, no)
Before I fuck you, baby (Ooh)
There's one thing that I must do
'Cause I know how you get down
Once we finish and I'm fast asleep
(Ooh, ooh)
You 'gon go through my phone
(Mm, mm, mm)
If that shit ever happens to me
(Ooh, oh Lord)
I don't know what I'd do
My head might spin around (Oh, nah)
[Verse 2]
Ooh, damn, that's cold
Go in my phone
You vibrate too low
[Chorus]
Left my print on
Yeah, I'm changing my passcode
Yep, yep, yep, my passcode
Yep, yep, yep, my passcode
Yep, yep, yep, my pass
[Verse 3]
You knew my pass code in the past
That sure wouldn't last, hell to the nah
Your heart broke, in the cast
Can't heal that too fast
Damn, I'm sorry
I said that it'd be the last time
But it wouldn't be the last time
You caught me lookin' at some ass
(You knew you was 'gon do that shit again ****)
(I did the same shit)
Then you got suspicious didn't you?
I'm just friendly, your friends knew
And they threw in the windows
You threw my shit out the window
Said fuck me and my Nintendo
(It's a PlayStation by the way, bitch)
But I'ma miss you
Felt that deep in my tissue
You was someone I vent to
All this shit we've been through, really?
Talk is cold, we past cold
Let's communicate as souls
(Like you communicated your dick in that bitch?)
Damn, now that's cold
[Verse 4]
Body too cold to be thinkin' 'bout you baby
Your insecurities ain't got shit to do with me
My mentality open like an Atlanta QuikTrip
My love switch the hell up like a Sour Patch Kid
I'm too grown, baby, I'm on
Thinkin' 'bout watching a little Goosebumps
Jameson cozy, you bein' aggy
A **** just tryna finish cheese and wine
Wish I cared enough
(I-I-I-I, yeah)
I got bills to pay, songs to write, and other **** to fuck (Baby, baby)
If I'm doubtin', baby, it must be true
You ain't Charlie, baby, and my name ain't Snoop
I ain't Inspector Gadget in no grey suit
I could give a fuck less what you do
(Ooh-ooh)
[Verse 5]
(Huh) Aye, so check this out real quick
Now you know I got dick for you
But more importantly, I got time after dick for you
But I want to make sure that time is spent for surely
And not insecurely, you feel me?
So stop going through a **** phone
Because, aye, I believe in manifestation
Right?
And if you think you finna find somethin' in that motherfucker
Then guess what the fuck you finna find?
Written by: Ahmanti Booker, Akeem Douglas Hayes, Courtney Salter, John Welch
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