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DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
Lyrics
Jonas Gunnes Gumdal
Jonas Gunnes Gumdal
Composer
Timothy Walls
Timothy Walls
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Krazy Figz
Krazy Figz
Producer
Fraxille
Fraxille
Producer
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
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AudioByMel
AudioByMel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You ain't gotta say too much (say this my shit) From the look in your eyes (I hate a nice bitch) I can tell you wanna fuck (they can't even play with my, yeah) You ain't gotta call me ya boo (say this my shit) Just as bad as you wanna fuck (I hate a nice bitch) I wanna fuck too (yeah, no, no, you) You ain't even gotta say this my shit I hate a nice bitch Niggas can't even play with my bitch I love a stiff woman One that won't even think about fuckin' The help or one of them bench warmers You need your fine ass put up on a shelf 'Cause you a trophy, bae Like the back of her neck and her waist Like she a guitar (yeah) Where we goin' today? If it's too many people I'll probably bring out the AR (yeah) I ain't got too many opps out here But you know I got shots like I'm at the bar Come here and gimme some head in the Tesla I got security watchin' the car, yeah You ain't gotta say too much From the look in your eyes (you ain't even gotta say nothin' to me) I can tell you wanna fuck And you ain't gotta call me ya boo Just as bad as you wanna fuck I wanna fuck too (oh yeah?) Well, look, boo, bae, you ain't Never finna go nowhere The way that you puttin' that thang on me Your mami needa know who I am I'ma be like, "How you doin', Mama? I'm Baby" I'ma be like, "Damn, I should've brought my cape Your daughter my type And I'm prolly finna save her" (that's my Baby) Hit her with a smile I got and I told her I'm playin' (yeah) Her brother act like he a gangster I said, "It's okay, he don't know who I am" And I'on even think that she like to eat pork When she give me that pussy, I stay goin' ham We sweatin' hard (mm) as a bitch (mm), 'fore it's over I'm laid on the bed, baby turned on the fan Yeah, sweat, yeah, sweat, sweat Sweat, uh, sweat, go Been fuckin' with her for a while Nigga ain't came and took her from me yet And if a nigga do take my lil' thang I won't hate on the game, prolly pay it respect And pop out to pick out the flavor that's next She gave me that pussy, I gave it the belt, nigga You ain't gotta say too much From the look in your eyes (mhm) I can tell you wanna fuck And you ain't gotta call me ya boo (that's that belt) Just as bad as you wanna fuck (to that ass, baby) I wanna fuck too (you know what I'm sayin'?) (Oh no, no, you) That's my Baby (yeah) You know, I feel we do got that connection or whatever You don't even gotta say too much to me, either You ain't even gotta say this my shit (you ain't gotta say too much) I hate a nice bitch, niggas can't even play with my bitch, nigga Yeah (that's my Baby)
Writer(s): Mckinley Phipps, Aldreamer Germaine Smith, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Timothy James Walls, Raequel Miller, Jamo, Jonas Gunnes Gumdal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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