Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JT
JT
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig McLaughlin
Craig McLaughlin
Songwriter
Douglas Ford
Douglas Ford
Songwriter
Edwin Nicholas
Edwin Nicholas
Songwriter
Gerald Levert
Gerald Levert
Songwriter
Herby Azor
Herby Azor
Songwriter
Jatavia Johnson
Jatavia Johnson
Songwriter
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Songwriter
Lasana Smith
Lasana Smith
Songwriter
Raymond Douglas Davies
Raymond Douglas Davies
Songwriter
Ryan Martinez
Ryan Martinez
Songwriter
Terence Williams
Terence Williams
Songwriter
Rogét Chahayed
Rogét Chahayed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
G. Ry
G. Ry
Producer
OG Parker
OG Parker
Producer
Tee Romano
Tee Romano
Producer
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
Mixing Engineer
Dayzel The Machine
Dayzel The Machine
Recording Engineer
Mateus Mendes
Mateus Mendes
Recording Engineer
Rogét Chahayed
Rogét Chahayed
Producer

Lyrics

It's time, bass is gonna blow your mind Oh Pay attention, bitch What's up, y'all? What's it gon' be? Who's on the ave with your homie Al B? Slide with the beat now Bad bitches vibe with the beat now Oh, oh Hold up JT, let's go She can't do it on the dick like me, nah Dull-ass bitch ain't lit like me (At all) Not pretty, not thick like me I'm the template, bitch Better get like me (Purr) Got him tempted, now he wanna Trick on me Bent over, he gave me the Bentley key I'm a demon, drive him like An SRT (Skrrt) He fiendin', he can't get enough of JT We ain't fuckin' with no losers (No) Hands in the air if you came With a shooter (Drrat) I'm in NYC with the ooters All the way from Dade County with the boosters (Oh) Good coochie gang, we vibin' (Good pussy) Outside all summer, no hidin' (Outside) Ex text me I'm wildin' Fuck-ass nigga, I'm vibin' vibin' Throw that pussy, throw that pussy Throw that pussy, I'ma catch that shit Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Hell nah) Do my fellas run this motherfucker? (Hell nah) Do he lay that dick? (Yeah) Do he pay your rent? (Yeah) Do he buy you shit? (Yeah) Take care of them kids? (Uh-huh) Boy, I really wanna stay (Pop that shit) And play them stupid silly Games you play (Bitch, talk that shit) But I'm outside (Oh) And you gon' see (Oh) I'ma be the one to make you weak (Oh, oh, oh) Boy, I really wanna stay (Talk that shit) And play them stupid silly Games you play (Pop that, pop that Pop that shit) But I'm outside (Oh), and you Gon' see (Oh) I'ma be the one to make you weak (Slide, slide) Slide to the beat, vibe to the beat Slide to the beat if you a big ol' freak Throw that pussy, throw that pussy Throw that pussy, I'ma catch that shit Throw that pussy, throw that pussy Throw that pussy, I'ma catch that shit Bitch, your friends bad, but you The thickest one Your friends bad, but you the Thickest one Your friends bad, but you the Thickest one You the thickest one, thick Thickest one Boy, I really wanna stay (Rest in peace Uncle Al) And play them stupid silly Games you play (Born in the ghetto Raised in the hood) But I'm outside and you gon' see (What's up, y'all? What's it gon' be? Who's on the ave with your homie Al B?) I'ma be the one to make you weak Boy, I really wanna stay (15th Ave) And play them stupid silly Games you play (Peace In The Hood, Miracle) But I'm outside and you gon' see (Dade County shit) I'ma be the one to make you weak (Miami, we up) Let's go Do my ladies run this motherfucker? You know we do Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, hahahaha
Writer(s): Edwin Lamar Nicholas, Gerald Edward Levert, Herby E. Azor, Raymond Douglas Davies, Lasana B. Smith, Ryan Alex Martinez, Terence Jamiel Williams, Jatavia Johnson, Joshua Parker, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, Douglas Ford, Craig Mc Laughlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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