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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mia Ariannaa
Mia Ariannaa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Nesmith
Dwayne Nesmith
Composer
Richard Butler
Richard Butler
Composer
Gabriel Blizman
Gabriel Blizman
Composer
David Cohill
David Cohill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Love
Rico Love
Producer
DtownThaGreat
DtownThaGreat
Producer
G.Bliz
G.Bliz
Producer
Rob Marks
Rob Marks
Mixing Engineer
Nico Marzouca
Nico Marzouca
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Let me talk to em, uh
My ex best friend got a new best friend and I'm the only one they can talk about
Meanwhile I moved on and in my mind neither one of y'all are thought about
I won't say I'm perfect
(I won't I won't say I'm perfect)
But I was talkin' business & y'all was talking purses
And once there was a time that I really wanted to figure it out
Oh really wanted to work it out
I don't feel that way now
So girl just do ya thang
Keep my name out ya mouth, out ya mouthhhh
[Verse 2]
Don't post me on your page, don't you celebrate when I win
All that love is fake, you throw dirt on my name with your friends
You feel how you feel ain't no reason to pretend
But just keep your distance, I can tell the difference
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon' say it no more)
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more, I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more, I ain't gon' say it no more)
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more, I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
(I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
[Verse 3]
Who said what to who?
Bitch you been knew I ain't fuck with you
Hangin' with ya new crew when one of them used to fuck my dude
While I was dealin' with him
In the apartment buildings with him
I was on the road she was chillin' with him
Rolling up dutches, a lot of henny spillin' with him
Now you teehaha with this hoe even though she knew who I was when she did what she did
Knew what it was she was all up in his crib
Now I'm low key thinking you was tryna get dibs
So don't hey sis me, don't talk about how you miss me
When you see my neck and wrist glistenin', 'cause bitch I'm no longer listenin' (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
Don't post me on your page, don't you celebrate when I win (Ah, when I win)
All that love is fake, you throw dirt on my name with your friends
You feel how you feel ain't no reason to pretend
But just keep your distance, I can tell the difference
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon' say it no more)
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more, I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more, I ain't gon' say it no more)
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more, I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
(I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
Written by: Composer Author Unknown, David Cohill, Dwayne Nesmith, Gabriel Blizman, Richard Butler
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