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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Enchanting
Enchanting
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Lloyd
Alexander Lloyd
Songwriter
Caroline Ford
Caroline Ford
Songwriter
Channing Nicole Larry
Channing Nicole Larry
Songwriter
Edwin Maclin Cooper III
Edwin Maclin Cooper III
Songwriter
Jerome Monroe Jr.
Jerome Monroe Jr.
Songwriter
Joi Coleman
Joi Coleman
Songwriter
Najee Travis
Najee Travis
Songwriter
Dante "PR" Vicens
Dante "PR" Vicens
Co-Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dante "PR" Vicens
Dante "PR" Vicens
Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Jeremy Brown
Jeremy Brown
Mixing Engineer
Coupe
Coupe
Producer
Slim Wav
Slim Wav
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I always said, "I won't apologize to a ****"
I was goin' lie for lie, I could do it with you
How the shoe fits
Callin' all these hoes sister
Every bitches sendin' new pictures (Oh-oh-oh)
I almost went and got my brother 'nem to beat your ass
I don't know whether to fight or to fuck when I see your ass
I can't trust no ****, not one
Don't want your heart but I'll take a new Céline bag
And I mean that
[PreChorus]
You made me wanna lose my mind
You made me wanna kill the bitch you with
You really must've thought I was blind, yeah
And couldn't see it from shine to sound, yeah
[Chorus]
Fuck all that love shit
Keep it pushin' on some thug shit, it ain't nothin'
'Til a **** say he want it, then it's somethin'
I'ma keep it on some thug shit, fuck that love shit
It get messy when it's blood shed, yeah
Think I give a fuck 'bout who you fuck with? No (Fuck with)
It ain't your business who I'm fuckin'
Say it with me on some thug shit, fuck that love shit
[Verse 2]
Heard you got a new bitch and her pussy ain't expensive
Said I won't forget it and you know I ain't forgivin'
One phone call and I'ma have that bitch missin'
Better pray to God, I don't find out where that bitch is, yeah
Pull up on your block and make it hot tonight
You're crazy if you ever thought I'd let you slide
Buss the windows out and slash the tires on your ride
Get me mad enough, it's double homicide
[PreChorus]
You make me wanna lose my mind
You make me wanna kill the bitch you with
You really must've thought I was blind, yeah
And couldn't see it from shine to sound, yeah
[Chorus]
Fuck all that love shit
Keep it pushin' on some thug shit, it ain't nothin'
'Til a **** say he want it, then it's somethin'
I'ma keep it on some thug shit, fuck that love shit
It get messy when it's blood shed, yeah
Think I give a fuck 'bout who you fuck with? No (Fuck with)
It ain't your business who I'm fuckin'
Say it with me on some thug shit, fuck that love shit
Written by: Alexander Lloyd, Caroline Ford, Channing Nicole Larry, Edwin Maclin Cooper III, Jerome Monroe Jr., Joi Coleman, Najee Travis
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