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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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tana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven D. Lewis
Steven D. Lewis
Songwriter
William Slayton Lambert
William Slayton Lambert
Songwriter
Rio Francisco Levya
Rio Francisco Levya
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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tana
Producer
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Producer
Thankyouwill
Thankyouwill
Producer
Patrick ‘MixedByTheBest’ Rosario
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I got all the gas, my client never sober
We could take it all the way
Did this shit the harder way
It feel like you reached inside my chest and took my heart away
Took my heart away
Took my heart away
First I had my guard up
Then I put my guard away
[Verse 1]
I don't play with that ho, she act childish
I get turnt when I'm off of that molly
Got a white ho on me, look like Miley
Soon as I walk in, let's get it started
Puffin' clouds, I'm blowin' the exotic
Teach you how to mix like this shit science
[Verse 2]
When I walk in, everybody silent
Did this shit and I ain't have no guidance
And I'm shittin' on all of them **** that hated on me and I'm leavin' 'em silent
When you come 'round, baby, I'm excited
I could get that for you, I supply it
[Verse 3]
I never stood on the curb
I just pulled off in a 'Burban
We ain't really got no moves, so I hit up T and ask, "What's the word?"
Diamonds all on my neck
All over my teeth and my girl
And I told this bitch I love her
But I lied, so absurd
[Chorus]
I got all the gas, my client never sober
We could take it all the way
Did this shit the harder way
It feel like you reached inside my chest and took my heart away
Took my heart away
Took my heart away
First I had my guard up
Then I put my guard away
[Chorus]
I got all the gas, my client never sober
We could take it all the way
Did this shit the harder way
It feel like you reached inside my chest and took my heart away
Took my heart away
Took my heart away
First I had my guard up
Then I put my guard away
[Outro]
I don't play with that ho, she act childish
I get turnt when I'm off of that molly
Got a white ho on me, look like Miley
Soon as I walk in, let's get it started
Puffin' clouds, I'm blowin' the exotic
Teach you how to mix like this shit science
When I walk in, everybody silent
Did this shit and I ain't have no guidance
Written by: Rio Francisco Leyva, Steven D. Lewis, William Slayton Lambert
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