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Lana Love - LOST BOYZ. feat. Ghostface Killah (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lana Love
Lana Love
Performer
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lana Love
Lana Love
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raymond J Scavo III
Raymond J Scavo III
Producer
Ross Newbauer
Ross Newbauer
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Mhmm, Yo Ray, yo Lana
Time for you to show out
I don't fuck with lost boys
In and out of money
Searching for their soul in a jar full of honey
I'm a really good girl
You don't really know me
I only see the light
You only see the dark
Think I'm gonna fix it with a kiss in the park
I'm a really good girl
I don't go that far
Uh uh, uh uh, yeah yeah
Don't fuck with lost boy
Uh uh, uh uh, yeah yeah
I don't fuck with lost boys
You're pulling on my strings to take control of me
Lost Boy
Lost Boy
You want my sympathy write you a symphony
Lost Boy
Lost Boy
Put you on a pedestal higher than my own
Bet I'm looking small while you're standing on your throne
Big talk, small walk, spitting on you phone
But I'm the queen of hearts
You already know
You got nerve boy
Straight, then you swerve boy
Thought you were a king
But you're just another lost boy
I'm a really good girl
You don't even know
I'm rollin' out with aces and you're holding all the jokes
Uh uh, uh uh, yeah yeah
Don't fuck with lost boy
Uh uh, uh uh, yeah yeah
No, no, no lost boys
You're pulling on my strings to take control of me
Lost Boy
Lost Boy
You want my sympathy write you a symphony
Lost Boy
Lost Boy
Yo, yo you don't fuck with lost boys
I don't fuck with broke bitches
Only in it for the cash big stash with no vision
Chicks come a dime-a-dozen
A dozen dimes make the night unforgettable
That shit is incredible
Your card can't cover the bill you ain't credible
Your cashapps lacking
Your bank account silly
A few hundred-Milli is chillin
We 'bout Billis
You call em lost boys
We call em gold diggers
Quick to rock the mic for bag and a few figures
It figures I ain't got time to Netflix and chill
Late night dinners getting stuck with the bill
You see, cash rules everything around me
You know the drill
Uh uh, uh uh, yeah yeah
Don't fuck with lost boy
Uh uh, uh uh, yeah yeah
No, no, no lost boy
You're pulling on my strings to take control of me
Lost Boy
Lost Boy
You want my sympathy write you a symphony
Lost Boy
Lost Boy
Written by: Dennis Coles, Lana Love
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