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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Vocals
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter
Dylan Graham
Dylan Graham
Songwriter
Jackman Harlow
Jackman Harlow
Songwriter
Jose Velazquez
Jose Velazquez
Songwriter
Mark Carl Stolinski Williams
Mark Carl Stolinski Williams
Songwriter
Raul Ignacio Cubina
Raul Ignacio Cubina
Songwriter
Kameron Cole
Kameron Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dylan Graham
Dylan Graham
Producer
Nickie Jon Pabón
Nickie Jon Pabón
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Angel “Babe Truth” Lopez
Producer
Hollywood Cole
Hollywood Cole
Producer
Ojivolta
Ojivolta
Producer
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I wish it was just us in this bitch
But they can't trust us in this bitch
'Cause I'm trying to buss nuts in this huh
Let's keep it on the hush-hush in this bitch
I told her she so pretty
And she just blushed in this bitch
She clutch-clutching my huh
I'm adjusting my huh
She husky like mush-mush in this bitch
You must be nuts rushin' this
Slow it down like macaroni, I know it sound like Zack and Cody
This life's sweet, I mean highkey
[Verse 1]
And you might be
Something that isn't quite but slightly
Resembles wifey, I'ma need this nightly
You say you know all about Pisces
I disagree but call it out nicely
I'm all on you, falling out my seat
[Chorus]
I wish it was just us in this bitch
But they can't trust us in this bitch
'Cause I'm trying to buss nuts in this huh
Let's keep it on the hush-hush in this bitch
I told her she so pretty
And she just blushed in this bitch
She clutch-clutching my huh
I'm adjusting my huh
She husky like mush-mush in this bitch
You must be nuts rushin' this
Slow it down like macaroni, I know it sound like Zack and Cody
This life's sweet, I mean highkey
[Verse 2]
Two hands in my fro, staring into my soul
Leg up on that chair, hand on that arm, tongue in that throat
I don't play with my pen, leave it on a good note
Keep you all on yo' toes, leave the TV off for this show
You a softy, marshmallows and black coffee
My mouth cold from this blue frosty
My back blown 'cause you blew it off me, like huh
You want me or what?
Prove that with yo' huh?
Spend sum'n for this huh?
Who said that ain't love?
[Verse 3]
And this bass hittin' real backhanded
Insatiable, I'm like Pac-Man
We go back further than backgammon
Hey Jackman, I mean jackrabbit
I'm running while I look back at it
Fans really some fanatics
They cooked, kinda like crack addicts
We cookin' shit up like black magic
Backs to 'em, paper talk, spoke fax to 'em
Makeup on for these pop features, I'm throwing ass to some bad music
Yeah, I'm that stupid, like "duh"
You mad cute, I wan' fuck
Don't ice box me, let's touch
[Chorus]
I wish it was just us in this bitch
But they can't trust us in this bitch
'Cause I'm trying to buss nuts in this huh
Let's keep it on the hush-hush in this bitch
I told her she so pretty
And she just blushed in this bitch
She clutch-clutching my huh
I'm adjusting my huh
She husky like mush-mush in this bitch
You must be nuts rushin' this
[Outro]
We can just be friends like Musiq Soulchild
And Bobby Valentino, you can slow it down
We got all these Temptations like the group from Motown
And I'm playa like the crew that came up through my hometown
Written by: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Dylan Graham, Jackman Harlow, Jose Velazquez, Kameron Cole, Mark Carl Stolinski Williams, Raul Ignacio Cubina
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