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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Samara Cyn
Samara Cyn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samara Cyn
Samara Cyn
Composer
Big Len
Big Len
Composer
Mike Baretz
Mike Baretz
Composer
Joshua "Budo" Karp
Joshua "Budo" Karp
Composer
Charles Jovani Colon
Charles Jovani Colon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1ofurfriends
1ofurfriends
Producer
Big Len
Big Len
Producer
Mike Baretz
Mike Baretz
Producer
Joshua "Budo" Karp
Joshua "Budo" Karp
Producer
John Kercy
John Kercy
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Good morning to them niggas with the opal grills and no one else Friendly, but friendly 'cause they treat me nice and no one else Skipper in the city, I don't keep it except for myself Man, fuck the doctor, I need your affection for my health Basin' shit, I need it, homegirl tell me bleed it Leave it in the wind then they gon' tell me I'm conceited Heard it through the wire, the last one left you tired Man, I might burn him, hе exhausted and I'm fire (Firе, fire, fire) Air it out, calm it down, cool it, cool it I had to calm my stepper temper, he my shooter, shooter When it get heated, we gon' fall out or we play in coochie Your ma won't play me in her car, said I'm too hoochie, hoochie (I'm not a hoochie, I just dress like a whore) I guess I wish I was your number-one shawty I got a reputation, sorry I won't flaunt that My head too big for this a-hundred-square apartment The thirty-third-floor open window just to taunt it For you, I'm fallin' out Fallin' in, fallin' out Yeah, uh, fallin' in, fallin' out (Fallin', fallin') Fallin' in, fallin' out Yeah, uh, fallin' in, fallin' out Stand on ledge, tiptoe on picket fences Lose my balance, when you turn up, get so defensive I'ma tell 'em keep they distance with you Not too loud 'cause hoes do listen Had to hide the pistol, I ain't jealous, but I'll kill these bitches Said it once, now say it with me Fuckin' 'round with common sense gon' put you in the barrel with me Ridin', then you dyin' with me Feelin' like you lyin' to me every time you lyin' with me Care too much, it's showin' on me Lookin' back on past wrongs Let you see me naked, I still had this fuckin' mask on Stole off with my backbone Calm until that back tone Fuck you 'til I'm fuckin' on you Wasn't like this 'fore I'd known you Maybe I ain't fall in love, I just tripped and fell up on you Yeah, yeah, fuck it Yeah, take it, I'ma air it out Yeah, shit, I'm gon' air it out Yeah, yeah I guess I wish I was your number-one shawty I got a reputation, sorry I won't flaunt that My head too big for this a-hundred-square apartment The thirty-third-floor open window just to taunt it For you, I'm fallin' out Fallin' in, fallin' out Yeah, uh, fallin' in, fallin' out (Fallin', fallin') Fallin' in, fallin' out Yeah, uh, fallin' in, fallin' out
Writer(s): Big Len, Charles Jovani Colon, Joshua "budo" Karp, Mike Baretz, Samara Cyn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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