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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cristian Ignacio
Cristian Ignacio
Songwriter
sajeed garner
sajeed garner
Songwriter
Stephen Nixon
Stephen Nixon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JIDDY
JIDDY
Producer
GUTTA
GUTTA
Producer
GoodStuffCris
GoodStuffCris
Producer

Lyrics

(J-I-Double D-Y)
(This some good stuff Cris)
(I'm from out the Gutta, middle finger, zone six)
If you ain't nasty, please don't at me
Me & you, umm, like you Cassie
We don't gotta go home, we can fuck in the backseat
Yeah I heard you a freak, so show me you nasty
No, that ain't my bitch, so please don't attach me
She the one I want, I told her come trap me
Got her on to the bed, I feel like a athlete
**** going out sad, cause they girl wanna sex me
And she stay with a bag, she got her own everything
She like playing with cash, she ain't worried about anything
When I hit from the back, she try to grab on anything
That's my lil boo, she told me I'm her everything
One plus one is two, that me & you
I keep you on your feet, you keep me out the loop
Break your heart, I can't, even if I wanted to
Rock your hips you dance
(C'mon)
If you ain't nasty, please don't at me
Me & you, umm, like you Cassie
We don't gotta go home, we can fuck in the backseat
Yeah I heard you a freak, so show me you nasty
No, that ain't my bitch, so please don't attach me
She the one I want, I told her come trap me
Got her on to the bed, I feel like a athlete
**** going out sad, cause they girl wanna sex me
Written by: Cristian Ignacio, Stephen Nixon, sajeed garner
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