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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Composer
Brandon Jamal Russell
Brandon Jamal Russell
Composer
James Maddocks
James Maddocks
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Iceberg
Iceberg
Producer
Einer Bankz
Einer Bankz
Producer
SAM BEATS
SAM BEATS
Producer
Johnny Gaitan JR
Johnny Gaitan JR
Recording Engineer
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh yeah
Mhm, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Chanel, your toes, Dior, yo' boots
You don't love your body, I'll buy you some brand new boobs, ayy
Baby, can I get yo' time? (Yeah) You can have all of mine (Yeah)
Heard you got a brand new bae (Yeah)
But he can't take my place, that's just a phase
Bitch ain't got no love for me (Yeah, yeah)
Then she get no trust from me (Oh, oh)
Once that lil' bitch fuck with me (Yeah, yeah)
It's like she stuck to me (Oh, oh)
Squeeze me right between them thighs (Hi, hi)
I roll back both them eyes
Tell me if you down to ride
Can't do wrong in my eyes
Tell me what you want, I give it
Shoppin', poppin', whatever you want, I spend it
My heart been broken, I can't deal with you
Tell me (Yeah) how it feel to fuck a real ****
Tryna give you all of me, you makin' it hard for me (Yeah)
Bitch you look like bae to me (Mhm), I fuck you straight to sleep (Yeah, yeah)
Hop on top, she wear my tee (Mhm), good mouth, ain't got no teeth (Mhm)
Licked her A, she sucked my D (Yeah, yeah), she know her ABCs
Bitch ain't got no love for me (Yeah, yeah)
Then she get no trust from me (Oh, oh)
Once that lil' bitch fuck with me (Yeah, yeah)
It's like she stuck to me (Oh, oh)
Squeeze me right between them thighs (Hi, hi)
I roll back both them eyes
Tell me if you down to ride
Can't do wrong in my eyes
Is you with it?
I can't lie, girl, I'm scared of committin'
I can lose out on money try chase all these bitches
But, can't lose women chasin' chicken
It get ugly with these pretty women
And you just might die the way you **** livin'
See the vision, yeah, it's vivid
Choppa bussin', he runnin' and dippin'
Ayy, bitch ain't got no love for Sleep
Steady crazy, that young **** tweak
PTSD made me clutch in my sleep
Said she nasty, I'm fuckin' a freak
Go to Chanel, yeah, whatever she need
I got mad and she got on her knees
Don't know karate, I know Chopanese
Pass the chop, he get popped on his scene
AMG Coupe, I be gone in the breeze
All this ice made a young **** freeze
Life gave me lemons, I mixed it with lean
I sip Wok, probably pass on the green
If I don't kill, they gon' do it to me (Yeah)
I don't drill, they gon' do it to me
No, ain't no price, they gon' kill you for free
Play a part if you're part of the team
Bitch ain't got no love for me (Yeah, yeah)
Then she get no trust from me (Oh, oh)
Once that lil' bitch fuck with me (Yeah, yeah)
It's like she stuck to me (Oh, oh)
Squeeze me right between them thighs (Hi, hi)
I roll back both them eyes
Tell me if you down to ride
Can't do wrong in my eyes
Yeah, yeah (Oh-oh)
Yeah, yeah (Oh-oh)
Mhm, mhm
Yeah, yeah (Mhm, mhm)
Written by: Brandon Jamal Russell, Frederick Givens II, James Maddocks
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