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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lola Brooke
Lola Brooke
Vocals
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
Ashton Norful
Ashton Norful
Drums
Ej Ross
Ej Ross
Keyboards
Khris Riddick-Tynes
Khris Riddick-Tynes
Programming
Julian Mason
Julian Mason
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Ronnie E Broomfield
Ronnie E Broomfield
Songwriter
Shyniece Thomas
Shyniece Thomas
Songwriter
Khris Riddick-Tynes
Khris Riddick-Tynes
Songwriter
Julian Mason
Julian Mason
Songwriter
Kameron Glasper
Kameron Glasper
Songwriter
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Songwriter
Samuel J. Barnes
Samuel J. Barnes
Songwriter
Mckinley J. Horton
Mckinley J. Horton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Khris Riddick-Tynes
Khris Riddick-Tynes
Producer
Eugene Sims
Eugene Sims
Executive Producer
Sonny Carson
Sonny Carson
Recording Engineer
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Mixing Engineer
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer
LilJuMadeDaBeat
LilJuMadeDaBeat
Producer
Lil Ju
Lil Ju
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Tiller
Word, and
[Intro]
Young Lola, the controlla, come closer
Mad pretty, make me lose composure
Tad tipsy, won't you come over?
Last lap in the city, know I'm unsober
True, know I see you, come over
You know I see you over there
[Verse 1]
I'm a badass Brooklyn brown skin bitch
And I love a hood **** wit' some toxic dick
Nothin' but some socks, beef, and brocs in it
Have me walkin' all crooked in my Crocs and shit
Bitch, I go Taraji for my baby boy
Ride it like a Kawasaki, that's his favorite toy
I'ma swipe his EBT like an Amex, give it to 'em raw, no draws, no latex
Yeah, I got him butt-naked for me waitin' at home
Bitch, your pussy ain't hittin' if he taking too long
Told him put my name on it, making him moan
The smell of Lola Brooke, that's his favorite cologne
[Chorus]
I'm yours for the summer
Wanna drink until we drunk? I'm choosin' you, baby
Things I wanna do to ya, baby
Say he cray still I gotta take a risk on you
Like, why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you, baby?
[Verse 2]
Tryna make a choice between his leg or his face
Shit gettin' more intense than Election Day
What I expect today is good neck, hood sex
Stop callin' his phone, bitch, he catchin' up on rest
Fuckin' wit me is a W, fuck 'em at the W
The way you cummin' quick seems to trouble you
I want a roughneck **** that's masculine
Sex drive wild and his ass is immaculate
Put it in my, uh
**** stabbin' it, a shooter that assassin it, tongue doin' magic tricks
Foot on neck, hand on frontal, got 'em bussin' nuts 'fore we leave the Holland tunnel
[Chorus]
I'm yours for the summer
Wanna drink until we drunk? I'm choosin' you, baby
Things I wanna do to ya, baby
Say he cray still I gotta take a risk on you (Hey)
Like, why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you, baby?
[Outro]
Young Lola, the controlla, come closer
Mad pretty, make me lose composure
Tad tipsy, won't you come over?
Last lap in the city, know I'm unsober
True, know I see you come over
You know I see you over there, there
Written by: Bryson Tiller, Julian Mason, Kameron Glasper, Khris Riddick-Tynes, Mason Julian Martrel, McKinley J. Horton, Ronnie E Broomfield, Shyniece Thomas, Unknown
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