Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tropico
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Salinas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Salinas
Engineer
Lyrics
I know he told you things that turned you off
I probably touch you way more better than he did
Yes yes , you love, the sex
Can't put no label on our love
Untouchable , sexy and fresh Spend the night if you not gonna go
I'm fucking with the way that you dress
Fucking lame bitches, I know I fucked up Post nut clarity, I know that I fucked up
But if you give me that chance, I'll change With the baddest bitches rocking my chain
And the baddest bitches screaming my name
pink slip out the dealership Why these bitches on my dick
Why these bitches in my face
who she's trying to fool Not me for sure
If I catch that bitch, I'll make some voodoo make her disappear
Had her selling weed in school, her friends all high
White girl tripping , partying, white girl wasted, why
She tryna paint this picture That we was something special
Yeah, that pussy good, I can't forget you But I don't do relationships
I'm not that type of guy better of just having fun
We can meet in another life
Can't No label on our love , Untouchable , sexy and fresh
Spend the night if you not gonna go I'm fucking with the way that you dress
Fucking lame bitches, I know I fucked up Post nut clarity, I know that I fucked up
What the fuck
****, you know what you talking about You know i do that voodoo on you
And I'll do that voodoo on you And I'll do that voodoo on you
Saint Michael Gon come over you
I can't believe I let that bitch get away with this
I can't believe I let that bitch get away with this
She doesn't deserve what she deserves
Written by: Brandon Salinas