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KITSCHKRIEG feat. J.I THE PRINCE OF N.Y & FRIDAYY - PRETTY GIRLZ
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
KITSCHKRIEG
KITSCHKRIEG
Performer
Fridayy
Fridayy
Vocals
J.I the Prince of N.Y
J.I the Prince of N.Y
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Irvin Rivera
Justin Irvin Rivera
Songwriter
Francis LeBlanc
Francis LeBlanc
Songwriter
Louis Amon Josek
Louis Amon Josek
Songwriter
Charles Malo Josek
Charles Malo Josek
Songwriter
Guy Solomon Josek
Guy Solomon Josek
Songwriter
Andre DeRamus
Andre DeRamus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KITSCHKRIEG
KITSCHKRIEG
Producer
SoulForce Mastering
SoulForce Mastering
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(KITSCHKRIEG)
[Chorus]
I think I'm out of love
I think I had enough
I done gave all the gold to the pretty girls like you
I think I had enough, ooh
[Verse 1]
Crocodile skin on my feet
I can still taste your body, got your skin on my teeth
Posted on your block, I see nobody down our street
Posted on her block, she got me feelin' like a creep
I wanna tell you where I'm from, but you should hear it in my voice
Before I fix a heart I didn't break, I make a choice
The way you roll your tongue, I might just put you in a Royce
Who got you movin' different? Give some credit to the boy, I might need it
Intelligent and elegant 'til they call me conceited
Don't need no clothes, I know a pretty body when I see it
Got me overthinkin', I'm just someone else, she's teasin'
You almost have me out of love
Almost had me throwin' slugs
And I can't name a single girl that I trust
I keep trippin' off these bitches when, deep down, I know I don't really need 'em, no, no
[Chorus]
I think I'm out of love
I think I had enough
I done gave all the gold to the pretty girls like you
I think I had enough, ooh
[Verse 2]
Now I'm hidin' in her closet 'cause her boyfriend just came home
Shh, you can hear him speakin' if you listen close
"Bitch, who's in my crib when I left you alone?
Called you seven different times and you didn't pick up your phone
Why the fuck do I smell Versace cologne?"
All I heard was— then he opened the door
Then I went like— and now he on the floor
Took his weapon out his hand and hit him in his jaw
I can't even blame this girl 'cause he was on some sucker shit
You said he was comin' home next week, so what the fuck was this?
This would've never happened if I never came inside your crib
Get your hands off of me, shawty, I gotta fuckin' dip
Life isn't a game, ain't no referees, ain't no timeout
It hurts 'cause somebody's mother gon' cry when they find out
Your son should've never came in the crib with his 9 out
Now I'm speedin' through the highway, hold up, timeout
[Chorus]
I think I'm out of love
I think I had enough
I done gave all the gold to the pretty girls like you
I think I had enough, ooh
Written by: Andre DeRamus, Charles Malo Josek, Francis LeBlanc, Guy Solomon Josek, Justin Irvin Rivera, Louis Amon Josek
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