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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kardashhh
Kardashhh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexis Tucker
Alexis Tucker
Songwriter
Rashod Odom
Rashod Odom
Songwriter
Jasper Murray
Jasper Murray
Songwriter
Zachary Racanati
Zachary Racanati
Songwriter
Christian Murda Burke
Christian Murda Burke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kardashhh
Kardashhh
Executive Producer
Shod Beatz
Shod Beatz
Producer
Zachary Racanati
Zachary Racanati
Recording Engineer
Christian Murda Burke
Christian Murda Burke
Recording Engineer
Lou
Lou
Executive Producer
Mel
Mel
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Soon as you close that back door
My new **** comin' through the front
It's too many **** out here to be stressin' over one
You don't want me cool, I'ma show you how to stick and move
Anything you say or do, I bet you I could do it too
Soon as you close that back door
My new **** comin' through the front
It's too many **** out here to be stressin' over one
You don't want me cool, I ain't trippin' on you
It's whatever, anything you say or do, I bet you I could do it better
Two could play that game, why you **** out here actin' lame?
Say you wanna leave, I'ma let a **** do his thang
Young, pretty bitch in my prime doin' litty shit
I ain't playin' games, I cut 'em off and move 'em out my way
Sayin' you a P, you ain't even good at tryna sneak
All I do is creep, I'm the new age, modern TLC
First boy was bae, second **** played up in my face
Got your new ho cosplayin', tryna be me but she can't
Hella bags, takin' trips, ice me out, buy me whips
That's the type of shit my **** do, what about your bitch?
Tryna flex on me with hoes, know them hoes be hella broke
Every time you try to sneak and link, I always up the score
Never downgrade on my roster, packin' tens across the board
Your dick game weak, my new **** beat it 'til it's sore
Talk to who you wanna, I ain't trippin', I was raised a stunna
'Cause you do what you can and I do what I wanna
I don't really like the tick for tat or the cheatin' back
Real CEO, Big Baddie, feelin' like I'm Nat
Type of bitch to go sit on his face, then come sit on yours
I don't even want the dick, I'd rather fuck on my toys
Soon as you close that back door, my new **** comin' through the front
It's too many **** out here to be stressin' over one
You don't want me cool, I'ma show you how to stick can move
Anything you say or do, I bet you I could do it too
Soon as you close that back door, my new **** comin' through the front
It's too many **** out here to be stressin' over one
You don't want me cool, I ain't trippin' on you, it's whatever
Anything you say or do, I bet you I could do it better
Uh, uh, uh, uh, mm, uh, uh
Written by: Alexis Tucker, Christian Burke, Jasper Murray, Rashod Odom, Zachary Racanati
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