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PERFORMING ARTISTS
GloRilla
GloRilla
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gloria Woods
Gloria Woods
Songwriter
Aaron Bolton
Aaron Bolton
Songwriter
Michael Mule
Michael Mule
Songwriter
Isaac De Boni
Isaac De Boni
Songwriter
Edgar Ferrera
Edgar Ferrera
Songwriter
Maurice Gleaton
Maurice Gleaton
Songwriter
Montay Humphrey
Montay Humphrey
Songwriter
Donald Jenkins
Donald Jenkins
Songwriter
Anthony Platt
Anthony Platt
Songwriter
Korey Roberson
Korey Roberson
Songwriter
Howard Simmons
Howard Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Montay
DJ Montay
Producer
FNZ
FNZ
Producer
SkipOnDaBeat
SkipOnDaBeat
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Dillon Brophy
Dillon Brophy
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton
Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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Writer(s): Howard Simmons, Aaron Bolton, Maurice Gleaton, Gloria Woods, Anthony Platt, Donald Jenkins, Korey Roberson, Montay Humprey, Edgar Ferrera, Isaac De Boni, Michael Mule Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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