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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
VEDO
VEDO
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wilbart McCoy III
Wilbart McCoy III
Songwriter
Rickie Carley
Rickie Carley
Songwriter
William Brent Hood Jr.
William Brent Hood Jr.
Songwriter
Oscar Michel Leo-Christensen
Oscar Michel Leo-Christensen
Songwriter
John Walsh Homen
John Walsh Homen
Songwriter
Carl Thompson
Carl Thompson
Songwriter
Faith Evans
Faith Evans
Songwriter
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Songwriter
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Songwriter
Terence Williams
Terence Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OG Parker
OG Parker
Producer
Romano
Romano
Producer
Platinum Libraries
Platinum Libraries
Producer
Preston Reid
Preston Reid
Mixing Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Scott Taylor Jr.
Scott Taylor Jr.
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh
Yeah, oh
It's Vedo, baby
(OG Parker)
(Oh no) Yeah
[Verse 2]
Know I've been gone for a week
You know I'm backed up
I'm bringin' pressure
The way you textin' me
Look, just keep that same energy
It's on a flo'
I'm tryna see what it's hittin' for
You know I land at four
I want you waitin' with ya clothes off
(I want you waitin' with ya clothes off)
[Verse 3]
When I'm in, shit gets real
Feel it in yo' fingertips, whoa-whoa (Whoa-whoa)
It's growin' still, feel the chill
I brought the rose for you
Want me to take it easy
I'll take it easy for you
You fuckin' with a real ****
You know wassup
[Verse 4]
As soon as I get home
You better act up (Act up)
Better get me right and do that thing you do
Tinted when I slide, only I see you
As soon as I get home
I know yo' body (Body)
Can't too many women throw that ass like you
Gotta look away to make it last for you
[Verse 5]
As soon as I get home
I need you naked
Want you to take it, face it, got you shakin'
Girl, it's been too long I been gone
Keep sendin' pictures to my phone
It won't be a next ****, I'm the best with it, yeah
Grabbin' on yo' neck, show you I'm invested in it
Girl, you know I can back that up, oh
You know I'm capable, I don't mind chasin' you, oh
[Verse 6]
When I'm in, shit gets real
Feel it in yo' fingertips, whoa-whoa (Whoa-whoa)
It's growin' still, feel the chill
I brought the rose for you
Want me to take it easy
I'll take it easy for you
You fuckin' with a real ****
You know what's up
[Verse 7]
As soon as I get home
You better act up (Act up)
Better get me right and do that thing you do
Tinted when I slide, only I see you
As soon as I get home
I know yo' body (Body)
Can't too many women throw that ass like you
Gotta look away to make it last for you
[Verse 8]
As soon as I get home
Gon' give it to me
Gotta back that shit up, gotta live with it, whoa-whoa
I'm in the field with it
And you know I get nasty, I'm not chill with it
Ain't no limits when I'm in it
I'ma pin that ass to the bed, yeah, you heard what I said, aye
[Verse 9]
You better act up (Act up)
Better get me right and do that thing you do
Tinted when I slide, only I see you
As soon as I get home
I know yo' body (Body)
Can't too many women throw that ass like you
Gotta look away to make it last for you
As soon as I get home
Written by: Christopher Jasper, Ernie Isley, John Walsh Homen, Joshua Parker, O. Isley, Oscar Michel Leo-Christensen, Rickie Carley, Ronald Isley, Terence Williams, Wilbart McCoy III, William Brent Hood Jr.
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