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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lou Phelps
Lou Phelps
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Philippe Celestin
Louis Philippe Celestin
Songwriter
Louis Kevin Celestin
Louis Kevin Celestin
Songwriter
D'Anthony Carlos
D'Anthony Carlos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Different Sleep engineering
Different Sleep engineering
Mixing Engineer
KAYTRANADA
KAYTRANADA
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ah-ah, yeah
Little fizzy baby, come on
Sound good don't it? Yeah
Sound good don't it? Yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
After I step outside of my block
Gyal, put her lips pan mi black cock, mm (Ha)
No wonder why they call him top (Top)
Bust shots pon ya head if a **** wanna talk back
'Nough gyal, by my side (What)
Crazy hype set in when a **** slide (Yeah)
Can you tell I know how to have a good time? (Yeah)
Can you tell I know how to have a good time?
[Verse 1]
Yeah, baby girl know it's snowin' when I'm outside
Everybody know Big Lou and Linky top five
Right arm out the window of the suicide Porsche doors, whippin' out the stick like who wanna five
Ass thicker than my wallet girl, I'm tryna vibe
Flag colored with the Draco, like who wanna die?
KAYTRANADA, grey Prada jump
Streets hottest youngin' product always finna jump ('Kay, 'kay)
Tryna finger IG baddies in the Bentley truck, I'm fucked up
Dirty DC ****, man, I lucked up
Lost my main ****, got a bad bitch, then I bossed up
Went up in the cut and grew my hair
My soul I cost up my life wild
Overrated and I'm motivated
I can throw up on a beat, them **** gon' play it
I can barely understand how I fuckin' made it (Uh)
But when I jump on that KAYTRA, it just gets elated (Hehe)
Bed sheets all covered in her make up
Fuckin' like a porn star, I'll break up just to make up
I don't give a fuck if you Paigey or you cake up
Money in the sky, then it's money she gon' rake up
Cigarello got my eyes chokin'
Hang around the gang too long now she fake loc-in
Now she beefin' with her whole motherfuckin' family
She ain't playin' wit' nobody like she DeJ Loaf-in'
[Verse 2]
If that's your shorty (Yeah)
Then why she keep askin' about me?
****, I don't blame her (No)
See a **** flavour (Uh)
Wanna add spice, I'm the **** she can savour (She can savour)
You're too sweet, uh, like a Lifesaver (What, what)
I don't think there's nothin' you could do that could save ya (Uh)
Put your tongue on my saber (Ah)
Left a couple stains on her blazer, uh (Okay, okay)
Said she from Portland
This one New Orleans (Uh)
Said her family creole (Oh)
Moi je parle français (Oui)
I remember back then (Yes)
You didn't wanna answer (Uh)
Now I give her cocky, you know **** djòlè
Used to wake up, uh, prayin' for these Jordans (Ayy)
Now, I get them hoes sent straight to the apartment (Yes)
**** nostalgic (Uh)
Got banned spendin' bands on the outfit
[Chorus]
Yeah, after I step outside of my block (What)
Gyal, put her lips pan mi black cock, mm (Black cock)
No wonder why they call him top (Call him top)
Bust shots pon ya head if a **** wanna talk back (**** wanna talk back)
'Nough gyal, by my side (Oh)
Crazy hype set in when a **** slide (Yeah)
Can you tell I know how to have a good time? (Ha-ha)
Can you tell I know how to have a good time?
[Outro]
Can you tell?
Written by: D'Anthony Carlos, Louis Kevin Celestin, Louis Philippe Celestin
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