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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ken Carson
Ken Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Songwriter
Clifton Meador Shayne
Clifton Meador Shayne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Corey Moon
Corey Moon
Recording Engineer
Ben Lidsky
Ben Lidsky
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Clifton Meador Shayne
Clifton Meador Shayne
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, I fucked her on the first night (yeah) I had that lil' ho, huh, singin' like (yeah, yeah) She the performer and my dick the mic (yeah) This dick her kryptonite, I got her dickmatized (yeah, yeah) She want me to fuck her, I can tell by the look in her eyes She say I'm the only thing preventin' her from committin' suicide (yeah, yeah, yeah) I been on this journey before, baby, this ain't my first time (thought it was my first time?) Yeah, I can't lay up all day, bae, I gotta rock these shows (yeah) I can't lay up all day, baby, I gotta make these songs (yeah, yeah) Every time we link, I swear it's like we in the twilight zone (yeah) Every time we link, we feel like we the only two that exist (yeah, yeah) Every time we link, you're the experiment, and I'm the scientist (yeah) Every time we link, I'm like, "Goddamn, I can't believe you mine" (yeah, yeah) I guess this what God sent when I told Him to send a sign (yeah) If everythin' really perfect timin', then it's 'bout that time (yeah, yeah) Why you keep callin' my line? Girl, you need to leave me alone (yeah) I'm with my bitch right now, ain't on what you on (yeah, yeah) I know what you want, baby girl, that's why I ain't answer the phone (yeah) I never blow up yo' phone 'cause there ain't nothin' I can do to make you answer (yeah, yeah) My girl strip for me, she my private dancer (yeah) I flew her to my crib 'cause she say she ain't never been to Atlanta (yeah, yeah) She asked why I keep my fire, said, "I'm like Thor with that hammer" (yeah) I'm tryin' my best not to die, I'll blam a nigga right on camera (yeah, yeah) Balenci' sandals, Balenci' you, I'll put that b-b-b-b-b-b-blick right on you (yeah) If you not gang, uh, I'll fuck your bitch, we not cool (yeah, yeah) I'm renegade, yeah, I don't give a fuck 'bout no rules (yeah) To prove that we in love, let's go get matchin' tattoos (yeah, yeah) That's how you know I fuck with ya, yeah-yeah, we locked in ooh-ooh (yeah) (That's how you know I fuck with ya, yeah-yeah, we locked in ooh-ooh) Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, I fucked her on the first night (yeah) I had that lil' ho, huh, singin' like (yeah, yeah) She the performer and my dick the mic (yeah) This dick her kryptonite, I got her dickmatized (yeah, yeah) She want me to fuck her, I can tell by the look in her eyes She say I'm the only thing from preventin' her from committin' suicide (yeah, yeah, yeah) I been on this journey before, baby, this ain't my first time (thought it was my first time? Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Clif Shayne, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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