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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Muni Long
Muni Long
Vocals
Ben Parris
Ben Parris
Programming
Tricky Stewart
Tricky Stewart
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Priscilla Renea
Priscilla Renea
Songwriter
Jared Krumm
Jared Krumm
Songwriter
Andrew Hitt
Andrew Hitt
Songwriter
Theron Thomas
Theron Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tricky Stewart
Tricky Stewart
Producer
Ben Parris
Ben Parris
Recording Engineer
Veronica Velez
Veronica Velez
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kuk Harrell
Kuk Harrell
Vocal Producer
Jelli Dorman
Jelli Dorman
Vocal Recording Engineer
Richard Ledesma
Richard Ledesma
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Bhikoo
Chris Bhikoo
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Niggas ain't shit Niggas ain't shit, shit Niggas ain't shit Niggas ain't shit, shit Niggas ain't shit Niggas ain't shit, shit Niggas ain't shit Niggas ain't shit, shit I made mistakes in the past, but I still found my way Took a while, but I finally found out that these niggas all the same Blowin' up my phone any time I'm in your state Nine times out of ten, all you want to do is eat the cake, oh As soon as I decide to love on myself And post some pictures with my goodies all out You double-tap and like that shit, it's heartfelt Yasss, bitch, you know you poppin' When your ex keep callin' 'cause his new chick borin' Ain't no spinnin', stay your ass over there When your ex keep callin', turn 'em text green on 'em What's a cheater know about playin' fair? How does it feel To know that you played yourself? (Oh) How does it feel (oh) To know that you played yourself? (Yeah) I am the table, I come with some bands Niggas don't like when you fuck with they mans They don't regret it, they hurt they got caught They just be mad that you fucked up they plans Fuck these niggas, just make your money, sis Don't be cuffin' these niggas in public, it's embarrassin' I can't handle when niggas think with they dick Soon as you get in that gym and you get a little slim He slide in your motherfuckin' DM, talkin' 'bout, "How you been?" Don't be fallin' for that trick, you know the trick Promise I won't never do it again, end it When your ex keep callin' 'cause his new chick borin' Ain't no spinnin', stay your ass over there When your ex keep callin', turn 'em text green on 'em What's a cheater know about playin' fair? How does it feel To know that you played yourself? Tell me, how does it feel To know that you played yourself? Tell me, how does it feel To know that you played yourself? Tell me, how does it feel To know that you played yourself? Tell me, how does it feel (how does it feel) To know that you played yourself? (So tell me, how it feel? Oh) How does it feel (how does it feel) To know that you played yourself? (To know that you played, ah) Niggas ain't shit Niggas ain't shit, shit Niggas ain't shit Niggas ain't shit, shit Niggas ain't shit Niggas ain't shit, shit Niggas ain't shit (yeah) Niggas ain't shit, shit
Writer(s): Theron Thomas, Priscilla Renea Hamilton, Ben Parris, Jake Krumm, Jared Neil Krumm, Andrew Hitt, Tricky Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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