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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bino Rideaux
Bino Rideaux
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Rainey
Brandon Rainey
Songwriter
Randy De Boer
Randy De Boer
Songwriter
Dante Guzzi
Dante Guzzi
Songwriter
Yoran De Haan
Yoran De Haan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ran Beats
Ran Beats
Producer
Fernospazzin
Fernospazzin
Producer
YMAR
YMAR
Producer
William Binderup
William Binderup
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
James Kang
James Kang
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lil bae, come here, yeah
Bae, your shit some bomb, yeah
Lil bae, your shit's so kill, yeah
Bae, your shit too poppin'
Lil bae, your shit for real, yeah
Bae, you're super top
When I met you I could tell, yeah
We was flockin' home
We would put shit on that scale, yeah
Bae, I used to be thirsty
Tryna make it out of hell, yeah
Bae, come do me dirty, but it ain't gon' feel like a L, yeah
Pussy ain't got no smell, yeah (Two words)
(Keep goin')
[Verse 2]
Baby, please tell me I can put this on your wrist (On your wrist, shawty)
'Cause you that type of bit (Bit)
Fuck you till you never love nobody else again (No)
(Not love again) That ain't what I meant, yeah, yeah
All I know is brick like I ain't tryin', hit the net
I could fuck your bitch and I ain't tryin', that's a flex
Yeah, yeah, you buffin' up, I put that iron on his chest, yeah
[Verse 3]
Shawty, I can put you penthouse 'cause I work for it
I can't let no bitch get in house, 'less she work for it
Everything I did, I did for gang and me, you get strange wit me, I'm off that
(All this) All this pussy feel the same to me
Baby, please tell me you gon' fuck me better than my ex (Than my ex)
Yeah, so I can put you on that jet (Jet)
Bust that pussy open, I'ma beat it till it wreck (Wreck)
But you, but you gotta fuck me back, yeah
How you love that ****? Me and him, we not the same (Same)
We can split them rack, I ain't gon' do that for no lame bitch (Lame)
Fly you out the country, fuck me in a different language
Buss down on stainless for real, shawty
[Verse 4]
Baby, please tell me I can put this on your wrist (On your wrist, shawty)
'Cause you that type of bit (Bit)
Fuck you till you never love nobody else again (No)
(Not love again) That ain't what I meant, yeah, yeah
All I know is brick like I ain't tryin', hit the net
I could fuck your bitch and I ain't tryin', that's a flex
Yeah, yeah, you buffin' up, I put that iron on his chest, yeah
[Verse 5]
Lil bae, come here, yeah
Bae, your shit some bomb, yeah
Lil bae, your shit's so kill, yeah
Bae, your shit too poppin'
Lil bae, your shit for real, yeah
Bae, you're super top
When I met you I could tell, yeah
We was flockin' home
We would put shit on that scale, yeah
Bae, I used to be thirsty
Tryna make it out of hell, yeah
Bae, come do me dirty but it ain't gon' feel like a L, yeah
Pussy ain't got no smell, yeah
[Verse 6]
Bae, I got options
But you gon' have me locked in
The way that pussy poppin'
Ain't gon' say I love you, but baby, I love that sloppy
Lil bae, that pussy wap'n
Finna eat it up like Hibachi
Bae, I'm by my lonely
You can bring that bitch you ride with
Know y'all be on that thot shit
Bae, I just wanna watch it (I just wanna watch it)
I'll be way too gone
Lil baby, we in the tropics
You be on that wild shit, bustin' down like my watches
Yeah, yeah, bae
Can't confide in you, what you tryin' here, bae?
Bust your AP 'cause maybe time heal, bae
Coupe be slidin' in, what you cryin' in, bae?
Put you diamonds, fuck the violins, bae
I gotta bring the fire in if we done dine in, bae
Know this shit get dogged out, we gon' try again, bae
Know that I go all out, you know what time it is, bae
You know what this is, bae
Why you treat me weird, bae?
[Verse 7]
Lil bae, come here, yeah
Bae, your shit some bomb, yeah
Lil bae, your shit's so kill, yeah
Bae, your shit too poppin'
Lil bae, your shit for real, yeah
Bae, you're super top
When I met you I could tell, yeah
We was flockin' home
We would put shit on that scale, yeah
Bae, I used to be thirsty
Tryna make it out of hell, yeah
Bae, come do me dirty but it ain't gon' feel like a L, yeah
Pussy ain't got no smell, yeah
Written by: Brandon Rainey, Dante Guzzi, Randy De Boer, Yoran De Haan
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