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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
Lyrics
Adam Gamble
Adam Gamble
Composer
Anthony L. Mosley
Anthony L. Mosley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean da Firzt
Sean da Firzt
Producer
Kayothewizard
Kayothewizard
Producer
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Mixing Engineer
AudioByMel
AudioByMel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, like we wrestle, I'm taking her down
When I'm in it, I'm making her frown
That's my pussy
That's my pussy (No, it ain't)
I know better, I'm playing around
Right now, I feel like it's mine
The way that she arch up her back while she lay on the ground
You the type hurt my feelings (Oh, really?)
You the type break my heart (yeah)
She don't wanna know my business (I get it)
Bend over, play my part (Let's go)
Pull it out, paint my babies all over your face
Naw, baby, that's art (Uh)
Ass poked out like a goddess (Yeah)
My baby, don't play with that arch
[Verse 1]
(Shh) Please be quiet, better keep it on the low
'Cause your baby daddy play, I'm gon' spark
Hoe, I ain't one of them dating-ass ****, I ain't never finna take you to the park
Uh, this dick here have you going through my phone, investigating a **** like a narc, bitch
Don't come 'round moving like a lil' fish
'Cause you'll end up with a motherfucking shark
We can't get caught fucking 'round on Shade Room, you ain't coming over here till it's dark
Yeah, FaceTime me when you get to the gas station, I'ma show you how to pull around and park
Zoom, car sound like a **** tryna drag race, I don't really even like to drive the car
Bitch, you in here with a motherfucking star
You nut, you nut, I nut, and then I get at you tomorrow
For real (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, like we wrestle, I'm taking her down
When I'm in it, I'm making her frown
That's my pussy
That's my pussy (No, it ain't)
I know better, I'm playing around
Right now, I feel like it's mine
The way that she arch up her back while she lay on the ground (Let's go)
You the type hurt my feelings (Oh, really?)
You the type break my heart (Yeah)
She don't wanna know my business (I get it)
Bend over, play my part (Let's go)
Pull it out, paint my babies all over your face
Naw, baby, that's art (Uh)
Ass poked out like a goddess (Yeah)
My baby, don't play with that arch
[Outro]
That's my baby
Written by: Adam Gamble, Anthony Mosley, Jonathan Kirk
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