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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duke Riley
Duke Riley
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Duke Riley
Duke Riley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Abby Urbina
Abby Urbina
Producer

Lyrics

What we on?
What you want?
What we doin?
Who with you?
Where we goin?
What we on, what we on?
What we doin, here you go, what you want?
You was right, I know I'm wrong
Don't know where I'm at, I've been gone
I'm with a bitch, but I feel alone
What we doin?
Who with you?
Where we goin?
O, just hit my phone
He know that I'm ridin' with him, right or wrong
Baby mama doin' petty shit, and she wonder why we don't ever get along
Even if she bad, gotta send her home
Like to sleep alone
Gettin' so high, feelin' like I'm gone
Fuck her till she tired, dick melatonin
Really be puttin' my life in a song
Why your texts take so long?
Why you not in my time zone?
That's the type of questions that you get
When you ain't never worried about a bitch
Every time I pull up to the club, I ain't never worried about a list
Fine bitches always show me love, they rockin' with a **** like I'm Chris
Sometimes you gotta listen, let him speak
**** just be lyin' through they teeth
My people love me like I'm Master P
But, I'm in a different city every week
The jet, the only place that I sleep
When I'm in the Philly, they treat me like Meek
You call me a dog, but I see you in heat
So
What we on?
What you want?
What we doin?
Who with you?
Where we goin?
What we on, what we on?
What we doin, here you go, what you want?
You was right, I know I'm wrong
Don't know where I'm at, I've been gone
I'm with a bitch, but I feel alone
What we doin?
Who with you?
Where we goin?
The realist shit that I do is be a father to my kids
My brother know that if I got it, if he want it, then it's his
I promise I won't talk about it because it ain't none of my biz
As long as you makin' a profit, then fuck it, it is what it is
Sometimes it be hard to relax
That's why I be turnt up to the max
They believe it all, but the facts
She put up a wall, but it cracked
We could be late to flight private
You could be Whitney, I'm Bobby
I got two that's with me in the lobby
I done turned this life into a hobby
Think it's time to change location
Different hoes, same rotation
Do it for the ones who had me waitin
We are not together, we just datin
Look I think it's time to know the difference
I ain't go ghost, I went missin
Man, I hate a hoe who don't listen
(Man I hate a hoe who don't listen)
What we on?
What you want?
What we doin?
Who with you?
Where we goin?
What we on, what we on?
What we doin, here you go, what you want?
Written by: Duke Riley
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