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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rubi Rose
Rubi Rose
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rubi Rose Benton
Rubi Rose Benton
Songwriter
Deavon Petty Chisolm
Deavon Petty Chisolm
Songwriter
Joel Banks
Joel Banks
Songwriter
Taylor Banks
Taylor Banks
Songwriter
Nicholas Kwak
Nicholas Kwak
Songwriter
Quinten Hofman
Quinten Hofman
Songwriter
Evan Kobe Hood
Evan Kobe Hood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bankroll Got It
Bankroll Got It
Producer
88nck
88nck
Producer
Fuelz
Fuelz
Producer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Eric Klem
Eric Klem
Recording Engineer
Logan Haynes
Logan Haynes
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye
[Chorus]
This **** cheating on his bitch, he deserve to die
Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs
You be acting like you tough, can't look me in my eyes
This **** tryna slit his wrist 'cause he can't get wit' I
I just hopped out two door Lambo, shit go suicide
Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out, all these bitches hide
I just flip the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
**** pillow talking 'bout his bitch, deserve to die
[Verse 1]
Trippin' in this bitch, think I forgot to tie my shoes
You call that bitch yo' bestie, hit Miami, y'all ain't cool
I hate a bitch who try to play wit' me to keep her dude
Bitch, play wit' me, I double it and fuck her daddy too
He love the way it grip, okay, this shit got attitude
Come through, I'm tryna fuck you even though I'm mad at you
I'm used to getting money, I done blew a bag or two
How you gon' get a grill before veneers? You snaggletooth
Why would I go 50/50? Bitches sounding dizzy
If you can't make him pay yo' bills, that pussy not hittin'
Don't pour yo' heart out to me, ****, I am not drinkin'
These **** sad, like broken clasps, we is not linkin'
We ain't cool, sis, 'cause you ugly and you rude, sis
Pick and choose, bitch, being both just ain't the move, bitch
You should move, bitch, 'fore I gotta get you moved, bitch
Don't get loose sis, I eat bitches and you food, bitch
[Chorus]
This **** cheating on his bitch, he deserve to die
Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs
You be acting like you tough, can't look me in my eyes
This **** tryna slit his wrist 'cause he can't get wit' I
I just hopped out two door Lambo, shit go suicide
Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out, all these bitches hide
I just flip the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
**** pillow talking 'bout his bitch, deserve to die
[Verse 2]
Richer than this ****, he don't fuck wit' us
Them ain't no ones he spending, them is Usher bucks
Before I jump up in this convo, Double Dutch
Make sure you got what I want, what you doing with that tongue, ****?
Say he like the stripes up on this ass, he call me Tigger
You know my type, you know I only fuck with rich ****
You alright, this **** better, he a inch bigger
Pussy tight, it be on ice like I'm a skate figure
I like certain ****
You a certified lover boy, some Drake ****
I like **** who don't like to hide that shank wit' him
Hit it out the park, a home run, run that base wit' em
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
This **** cheating on his bitch, he deserve to die
Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs
You be acting like you tough, can't look me in my eyes
This **** tryna slit his wrist 'cause he can't get wit' I
I just hopped out two door Lambo, shit go suicide
Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out, all these bitches hide
I just flip the pillow, laid up on that cooler side
**** pillow talking 'bout his bitch, deserve to die
Written by: Deavon Petty Chisolm, Evan Kobe Atlas-Hood, Joel Banks, Nicholas Kwak, Quinten Hofman, Rubi Rose Benton, Taylor Banks
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