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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

Huh Yeah Ay, ay Ay, ay This nigga cheatin' on his bitch, he deserve to die (pah) Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs You be actin' like you tough, can't look me in my eyes (in my eyes) This nigga tryna slit his wrists 'cause he can't get with I (okay) I just hopped out, two-door Lambo (yeah) shit go suicide (yeah) Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out, all these bitches hide I just flipped the pillow, laid up on that cooler side Nigga pillowtalkin' 'bout his bitch deserve to die Trippin' in this bitch, think I forgot to tie my shoes (okay) You call that bitch your bestie, in Miami y'all ain't cool (okay) I hate a bitch who try to play with me to keep her dude (damn) Bitch, play with me, I double it, and fuck her daddy too (I did) He love the way it grip, okay, this shit got attitude (I do) Come through, I'm tryna fuck you even though I'm mad at you (yeah) I'm used to gettin' money, I done blew a bag or two (two) How you go and get a grill before veeners? You snaggletooth Why would I got 50-50? Bitches soundin' dizzy If you can't make 'em pay your bills, that pussy not hittin' Don't pour your heart out to me, nigga, I am not drinkin' These niggas sound like broken clasps, we is not linkin' We ain't cool, sis, 'cause you ugly and you rude, sis Pick and choose, bitch, bein' both, this 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 (yeah) This nigga cheatin' on his bitch, he deserve to die Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs (these thighs) You be actin' like you tough, can't look me in my eyes (in my eyes) This nigga tryna slit his wrists 'cause he can't get with I (okay) I just hopped out, two-door Lambo shit go suicide (yeah, yeah) Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out, all these bitches hide (pop out) I just flipped the pillow, laid up on that cooler side Nigga pillowtalkin' 'bout his bitch deserve to die Richer than this nigga, he don't fuck with us, ha (fuck with us) Them ain't no ones he's spendin', them is Usher bucks (damn) Before I jump up in this convo, double dutch Make sure you got what I want, what you doin' with that tongue, nigga? Say he like the stripes upon this ass, he call me tiger You know my type, you know I only fuck with rich niggas You aight, this nigga better, he an inch bigger Pussy tight, it be on ice, like I'm a skate figure I like certain niggas (yeah) You a Certified Lover Boy, some Drake nigga (Drake nigga) I like niggas who don't like to have that shank with 'em (grrah) Hit it out the park, a home run (ay, ay) run that base with 'em (base with 'em) Yeah, yeah This cheatin' on his bitch, he deserve to die (he do) Before you lick your lips and get between these thighs (mm) You be actin' like you tough, can't look me in my eyes (in my eyes) This nigga tryna slit his wrists 'cause he can't get with I I just hopped out, two-door Lambo (yeah) shit go suicide (yeah) Feel like the boogeyman, I pop out (pop out), all these bitches hide (yeah) I just flipped the pillow, laid up on that cooler side Nigga pillowtalkin' 'bout his bitch deserve to die
Writer(s): Joel Banks, Taylor Banks, Rubi Benton, Deavon Chisolm, Evan Atlas Hood, Quinten Hofman, Nicholas Kwak Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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