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PERFORMING ARTISTS
K. Michelle
K. Michelle
Vocals
Gloss Up
Gloss Up
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kimberly Pate
Kimberly Pate
Songwriter
Peter Whitley Eddins
Peter Whitley Eddins
Songwriter
Kenneth Payro
Kenneth Payro
Songwriter
Roy Keisha Rockette
Roy Keisha Rockette
Songwriter
Stephen Kirk
Stephen Kirk
Songwriter
Tony Matthews p/k/a Mondaii
Tony Matthews p/k/a Mondaii
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Whitley Eddins
Peter Whitley Eddins
Producer
Kenneth Payro
Kenneth Payro
Producer

Lyrics

Wherever the dick may land
I ain't fighting for no man
This shit's out my hands
Wherever the dick may land
He ain't nothing special, I just wanted him for sex
Put a line through that ****, yeah, that's why he's called my ex
Like who's next? I ain't impressed, I could never be upset
If I had him you can have him, I ain't never gon' stress
When you're really rich like that (You're a problem)
Ain't worried about a bitch like that (You can call him)
I don't want your **** like that (I love all of them)
Yeah, it's really like that (I want all of them)
Wherever the dick may land
I ain't fighting for no man
This shit's out my hands
Wherever the dick may land
I ain't askin' for no shit that I can buy myself
I don't need your little money, bitch, but you gon' help
I can pass it to your friend if you don't know what to do
And, ****, we ain't got a problem unless the problem is you
When you're really rich like that (You're a problem)
Ain't worried about a bitch like that (You can call him)
I don't want your **** like that (I love all of them)
It's really like that (I want all of them)
Wherever the dick may land
I ain't fighting for no man
This shit's out my hands
Wherever the dick may land
There's so many men to go around (Go around)
We go through 'em like the lost and found (Lost and found)
I know better, you'll get it together
Cut him off then I cut him close
But you bitches love to do the most, yeah
I know better, oh, I know better
I'm a Memphis bitch
Known change my **** like I change clothes
Prissy bitch, wouldn't be me if my men didn't come in fours
Cut my **** off, I cut him back on if I want to though
He wanna play a bitch, I don't think the biggest **** want the smoke
Don't think I do enough, they said I do the most
He wanna brag about this kitty, I don't mean to boast
But the way he going crazy, he want me to have his babies
Told him he just the replacement, I see why these **** hating
They hasn't seen the glory of the coming of the lord
Yeah, I done whispered on the tracks and damn right everybody bored
Shit we get paid, yeah ****, we get paid
Why a bitch tryin' to copy everything I say?
All these weak ass, sneak ass, always on your knees ass bitches trying to come play in my lane
This shit up like a mortgage
Big problems, she can't afford it
I keep that fifth on my hip (Bow bow)
Blast your bitch straight into orbit
She kiki with all her friends
Yeah, she slaps them hoes backhand
Your opinion on some dick
I don't care where none of them land
Wherever the dick may land
I ain't fighting for no man
This shit's out my hands
Wherever the dick may land
I ain't askin' for no shit that I can buy myself
I don't need your little money, bitch, but you gon' help
I can pass it to your friend if you don't know what to do
And, ****, we ain't got a problem unless the problem is you
Wherever the dick may land
I ain't fighting for no man
This shit's out my hands
Wherever the dick may land
Written by: Kenneth Payro, Kimberly Pate, Peter Whitley Eddins, Roy Keisha Rockette, Stephen Kirk, Stephen Kirk Jr, Tony Matthews p/k/a Mondaii
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