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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eem Triplin
Eem Triplin
Vocals
Ely Rise
Ely Rise
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naeem Muhammad
Naeem Muhammad
Songwriter
Ely Rise
Ely Rise
Songwriter
Dacoury Natche
Dacoury Natche
Songwriter
Charlie Myles
Charlie Myles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eem Triplin
Eem Triplin
Producer
Charlie Myles
Charlie Myles
Producer
Dahi
Dahi
Producer
Collin Rack
Collin Rack
Engineer
Jon Castelli
Jon Castelli
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Adam Burt
Adam Burt
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You are, you are a special gift And you have taken the gift that God has given you And you are, you, a gift And I don't know if you know what you're doin' for somebody else But you doin' somethin' for somebody else And your grandma loves you so much And, and she sees what you got, she sees who you are As who you are, and I can't lie Came in this bitch, uh, what? What? Came in it, what? What? What? Came in this bitch, guns blazing, money made me lazy I ain't even say shit, she already know my language Writin' all these songs, I done made the ho famous When she broke my heart, she donе made the boy famous You can check my filеs and my history too Put "thotbreaker" on my resume, uh You is not my damn slime, you is not my damn kind You is not gang, you ain't rockin' with the crew (Ha) Trips to New York just to kick it with my boo Ting on my side like I eat Jamaican food Wanna wife a Ice Spice when the time right But I gotta run it up first, then I might Heard I'm ridin' 'round flexed up, believe the hype, mh Yeah, she fell in love on sight when I came in this bitch, uh What? What? Came in it, what? What? What? Uh Boss up your life, come and fuck with the kid You ain't seen it all, I'll show you how it is Money makin' Mitch, I'll make it back quick Keep my women safe, I'll split a nigga wig Rap niggas diss, tell the opp to suck a dick (Hahaha) I ain't got no filter, I'll tell you how it is I look so good, she callin' me her man I'm singin' to the ho like will.i.am She said, "How you look so rich?", I told her, "Well, I am" Oh, they asked me what my pronoun is, I told them "Folks, I'm him" Uh-uh, I'm 'bout my chicken, chicken, need my green eggs and ham, uh I'll pull up all pink, mean Killa Kam Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch She ain't know who I was 'til I 'Til I came in this bitch, uh Came in it, what? What? What? I don't wanna feel you What do I even got to lose? (What do I even got to lose?) 'Cause when you think you feel alone Take a minute for yourself and you won't Ah, ah, ooh-ah Ah, ah, ooh-ah And they don't have to tell me Because I know, because that's who you are That's who you are and I can't lie 'til I turn against you
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