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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
Performer
Kehlani
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kehlani
Composer
Allen Ritter
Composer
Boi-1da
Composer
Jahaan Sweet
Composer
Keenon Jackson
Composer
Faraji Wright
Composer
2Pac
Composer
Katari Cox
Composer
Rufus Lee Cooper III
Composer
Joseph Paquette
Composer
Yafeu Fula
Composer
Bruce Washington
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Allen Ritter
Producer
Boi-1da
Producer
Dee Brown
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jahaan Sweet
Producer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Ayy, do you fuck me how I fuck with you?
Ayy, is your love for me bulletproof?
If I fuck on a bitch, is you gon' fuck on dude?
Is we gon' play monkey see, monkey do?
If I fuck you good, is you gon' fuck me back?
Is you really gon' get my name tat'?
Top of the mornin', you throw that thang back
I love how you keep that thang waxed
Ayy, I wanna know if this mutual
I wanna know if this suit us both
I wanna know 'cause you beautiful
I wanna know 'cause I'm spendin' time
I wanna know, got too much pride
Is this a full-time or this part-time?
I wanna know, don't leave me blind
Don't wanna know your past, 'cause I'm yo' new
I just wanna know every nigga you sent some nudes
Do you fuck with me how I fuck with you?
I wanna know if we can fuck up in this coupe
When I say I love you (Love you)
That means I love you
No matter what conclusion we come to (to, to, to)
I'm the one you run to
And I always come through
Nothing I won't do
You say you want a ride-or-die
Well, la, la, la, la, la, la, I ride
But you know I'ma ride, la, la, la, la, la, la
When the streets ain't safe, can I slide wit' you?
I heard they lookin' for me, can I hide wit' you?
You look like you light candles and like the honest truth
You got that positive vibe, I'm tryna vibe wit' you
I ain't the type that shake before I pop, I ain't soda
I'm the type to ice your neck, a lil' diamond choker
I ain't the type to put you in that baby Range Rover
I'm that type that give you love taps when I bend you over
Ayy, I do you proper, have you singin' operas
2020, Bonnie and Clyde, who the fuck gon' stop us?
Paparazzi catch us out, we look like big shoppers
Big Saint Laurent, big Louis Vuitton with the big Prada
I had us lookin' crazy in front of the club
That camera man got me fucked up
Even though it wasn't what they said it was
Red roses down your hallway, lead you to your tub
When I say I love you (Love you)
That means I love you
No matter what conclusion we come to (to, to, to)
I'm the one you run to
And I always come through
Nothing I won't do
You say you want a ride-or-die
Well, la, la, la, la, la, la, I ride
But you know I'ma ride, la, la, la, la, la, la
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Rufus Lee Cooper, Katari T. Cox, Tyrone J. Wrice, Bruce Washington, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Joseph Paquette, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Allen Raphael Ritter, Yafeu A. Fula, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Faraji Wright
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