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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
tana
Vocals
Lancey Foux
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven D. Lewis
Songwriter
Ethan McCallum-Williams
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
Cade Blodgett
Songwriter
Gian Baba
Songwriter
Lance Omal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
pinkgrillz88
Producer
Gian Luca Baba
Producer
Taz Taylor
Producer
Joseph Colmenero
Mixing Engineer
CADE
Producer
xgiannii
Producer
Lyrics
(Giannii)
Gon' be myself forever, fuck what them people say
You said we was forever, then left me the next day
And I ain't come to play
Comin' for necks, like, count your days
'Cause it ain't another way (another way)
(Yeah, bitch)
No, I cannot give you a dollar (no)
I step when my feet in that Prada (that Prada)
(Okay, let's go)
This real Givenchy on my collar (Givenchy on my collar)
Lil' gentleman, bitch, I'm a scholar (lil' bitch)
Bitch, I'm swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna (swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna)
I'm on my fuck all them niggas shit (fuck all them niggas)
I took a trip to the dentist, bitch (trip to the dentist)
Now I got diamonds between my lips (diamonds between)
I gotta keep me a cooler kit (cooler kit)
'Cause you know I might just shoot a bitch (shoot a bitch)
You gotta watch who you coolin' with (coolin' with)
A nigga move wrong, I might shoot this bitch up (buh, buh)
Gon' be myself forever (myself), fuck what them people say (they say)
You said we was forever, then left me the next day
And I ain't come to play
Comin' for necks, like, count your days
'Cause it ain't another way (another way)
Gon' be myself forever (myself forever), fuck what them people say
You said we was forever, then left me the next day
And I ain't come to play
Comin' for necks, like, count your days
'Cause it ain't another way (another way)
(Yeah, chyeah, bitch)
No, I cannot give you a dollar (no, ha)
I step when my feet in that Prada (that Prada, ooh, whoa)
(Okay, let's go)
This real Givenchy on my collar (Givenchy on my collar, ha)
Lil' gentleman, bitch, I'm a scholar (yeah)
Bitch, I'm swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna
(Oh-oh, whoa)
Pull it up, start a play, huh
See how I seize the day, huh
See how I snatch your bae, ooh-ooh, oh
Uh, see how I trim her waist, uh (her waist)
She ready to catch a fade (a fade)
Wadey, I shoot in the rain, uh
She attracted to my pain, uh (to my pain)
She ready to claim my name (claim, whoa)
I know she won't complain
When the G-Wagon switchin' the lanes
I love to see her naked (whoa), everything about her true
Tryna understand her moves, I know what she wanna do, ooh-ooh
Gon' be myself forever (chyeah), fuck what them people say (ha)
You said we was forever, then left me the next day
And I ain't come to play
Comin' for necks, like, count your days
'Cause it ain't another way (another way)
(Yeah, bitch)
No, I cannot give you a dollar (no)
I step when my feet in that Prada (that Prada, ha, chyeah)
(Okay, let's go)
This real Givenchy on my collar (Givenchy on my collar, ooh-ooh)
Lil' gentleman, bitch, I'm a scholar (oh, yeah)
Bitch, I'm swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna (swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna)
Writer(s): Steven Lewis, Lance Omal, Ethan Mccallum Williams, Gian Baba, Cade Blodgett
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