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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dante Jones
Dante Jones
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dante Jones
Dante Jones
Songwriter
Andrew Neely
Andrew Neely
Songwriter
Caleb Contreras Publishing Designee
Caleb Contreras Publishing Designee
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dante Jones
Dante Jones
Producer
Jeff Jackson
Jeff Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Caleb Contreras Publishing Designee
Caleb Contreras Publishing Designee
Producer

Lyrics

You don't love a nigga, know you had a nigga Know you worldwide, know you're handlin' it You don't love a nigga (you don't love a nigga) You don't love a nigga (you don't love a nigga) Get you one or two ('til we on ten) Rollin' up again (ay) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) She don't really love me (she don't really love me) (let's go) She just want the money (what about the money, babe?) Dolo, but she choosin' (dolo, but she choosin') She say, "I know what you doing" (choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'), ooh She don't really love me (she don't really love me) So I can't really trust it (I can't really trust it, babe) Way too caught up in the fast life (cught up in the fast life) She's just using me to pass time, uh (choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin') Uh, new whip (new whip) Wood grain, I'm glidin' (glidin') New chick, Fort Laudy Shotgun, she ridin' (she ridin') Moët, pour that (pour that) She wet, I'm slidin' (slidin') Gold teeth, I'm cocky (yeah, yeah) She Rih, I'm Rocky Oh, you runnin' from the truth, don't hide (yeah, yeah) I know you tryna play both sides (both sides) How am I 'posed to let that slide? Oh, I (yeah, yeah) She don't really love me (she don't really love me) She just want the money (what about the money, babe?) Dolo, but she choosin' (dolo, but she choosin', yeah, yeah) She say, "I know what you doing" (choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin') (let's go), ooh She don't really love me (she don't really love me) So I can't really trust it (I can't really trust it, babe) Way too caught up in the fast life (caught up in the fast life) She's just using me to pass time, uh (choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin') I can tell the way you talk to me, so rude (so rude) You ain't never really had a nigga call you, "I'm yo' boo" (yo' boo) You don't really wanna lock it down, just fuck around, that's cool (that's cool) It's dark days 'fore I let a shawty try to play me, I ain't no fool (let's go) New whip, wood grain, I'm glidin' (glidin') New chick, Fort Laudy Shotgun, she ridin' (she ridin') Moët, pour that (pour that) She wet, I'm slidin' (slidin') Gold teeth, I'm cocky (yeah) She Rih, I'm Rocky She don't really love me (she don't really love me) (let's go) She just want the money (what about the money, babe?) Dolo, but she choosin' (dolo, but she choosin') Baby, I know what you doing (choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'), ooh She don't really love me (she don't really love me) So I can't really trust it (I can't really trust it, babe) Way too caught up in the fast life (caught up in the fast life) She's just using me to pass time, uh (choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin') Yeah
Writer(s): Dante Jones, Andrew Langston Neely, Caleb Contreras Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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