Top Songs By Shareef
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shareef
Vocals
Kwazii
Vocals
KTOE
Keyboards
Desro
Programming
Vincent Desrosiers
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Al Shareef Hassab El Rasoul
Composer
Jaydus States
Composer
Khan Anthony Edwards
Composer
Vincent Desrosiers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rayny
Recording Engineer
KTOE
Producer
Desro
Producer
peradise5
Mixing Engineer
Jessica Persadie
Mastering Engineer
Vincent Desrosiers
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Locked in, can't nobody take me out my zone, baby, I'm boxed in
They know I'm the shit in every room I ever walked in
Yes, I love the way she work, work, shorty clocked in
And I'm finna kick her to the curb, bae, I'm toxic
[Verse 1]
Tweakin' in my room, I left my Perk in the lobby
She get in the mood and try to brain me like a zombie
I'm just tryna eat her out the table like hibachi
Never mentioned that she had a kid, move the car seat
Made the foil skrrt, neighbors thought it was a Mozy
Runners moving work, I can put you on the job sheet
I just left the earth, swear to god, I'm out my body
Got 'em all natural curves, I can tell you do pilates
[Verse 2]
Damn, I got sixteen models waiting for me in the lobby
Whoa, I got 16 bottles when I step into the party
Whoa, bitch, I feel like Joker, she gon' ride it like a Harley
Whoa, all these bitches choosing, they want Currly, they want Kwazii
416, she wanna come to the 416
I got my side hoe, Gucci down, but I only Christian Dior one bitch
[Verse 3]
Bro, how in the fuck all these bitches gunna fit in the whip?
I don't know, Currly, I hope all of these bitches get back to the crib
Fuck, ****, what city we in? All of the cheese, I'm bringing it in
Kill, rolling with twenties and tens, I went to the club and did it again
Hmm, feel like I'm Yeat, feel like I'm Drake, counting the money for fun
That bitch a freak, I like her face, I'm finna fuck from the front
You ain't even got to say more, I'm blowing up like a claymore
All of my **** gorillas, you walk in the spot, it look like a bape store
When the sunshine, know it's rain pouring, she gon' suck the dick till her face sore
Bitch, I'm six side, like stage four, got 'em running home like baseball, lowkey
[Chorus]
Locked in, can't nobody take me out my zone, baby, I'm boxed in
They know I'm the shit in every room I ever walked in
Yes, I love the way she work, work, shorty clocked in
And I'm finna kick her to the curb, bae, I'm toxic
[Outro]
Tweakin' in my room, I left my Perk in the lobby
She get in the mood and try to brain me like a zombie
I'm just tryna eat her out the table like hibachi
Never mentioned that she had a kid, move the car seat
Made the foil skrrt, neighbors thought it was a Mozy
Runners moving work, I can put you on the job sheet
I just left the earth, swear to god, I'm out my body
Got 'em all natural curves, I can tell you do pilates
Written by: Al Shareef Hassab El Rasoul, Jaydus States, Khan Anthony Edwards, Vincent Desrosiers