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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Vocals
Finesse2tymes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amman Nurani
Songwriter
David Dror
Songwriter
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Isak Gidgard
Songwriter
Ricky Hampton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Dror
Producer
Clay "Krucial" Perry III
Mixing Engineer
Evrgrn
Producer
Str8cash
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(EVRGRN with the heat, yeah)
[Chorus]
I wanna leave her alone (Leave her 'lone)
But there's just somethin' about this bitch that make my dick hard, yeah (Dick hard)
And I know I got plenty hoes
But you should fall in line, love, play your part, hey (Gotta play your part, uh)
You go up, down, side to side, you ride me 'round and 'round (Yeah, yeah)
You give me neck, I shoot my cannon, we be wildin' out (Uh-huh)
Hey, post me on your story, look what you started now (Look what you started now)
If I lock that pussy down, you better not bond it out (Finesse)
[Verse 1]
Lock her pussy up, but I ain't cuff, though (But I ain't cuff, though)
Say she got a ****, but she still let me fuck, though (Fuck, so)
Popped two Percocets, but I still bust a nut, though (Nut, though)
Asked me do I got it? Told her no, but it was tucked, though (Tucked, though)
Fuck ho
Left her 'lone once, then went back, left that bitch again (Bitch again)
Went back to that bitch, fuck that shit, left her for her friend (For her friend)
Mixed shit, smokin' while I'm gettin' head relax me (Relax me)
Head fire, pussy good to me like a fat bitch (Fat bitch)
No catfish, exactly (Exactly)
Flip her over, beat her to the mattress, I'm actin' (I'm actin')
Perc' stickin' to me like a cactus, I'm wrestlin' (I'm wrestlin')
Say you hurtin', let me be your Aspirin, I'm askin' (I'm askin')
I broke her like a fraction, Finesse (Fraction)
[Verse 2]
It seem like all these bitches got a problem keepin' that shit low-key
I can't tell my secrets to you based off what you showed me
You not movin' on my time, you got a Rollie, this an AP
Instagram all up in my business, how I'm gon' hide it from the police?
You wanna be my main thing, you want a brand-new bag (Yeah, yeah)
You want some new Chanel? (Yeah)
You want me under your spell (Yeah, yeah)
You want a **** to change things, make your life a lil' better (Yeah, yeah)
You just tryna get got (Yeah)
You don't wanna be no thot (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you done rubbed me wrong for the last time (Last time)
I ain't fuckin' with your energy, your bad vibes (Bad vibes)
Last quarter, you done fumbled since the halftime (Mm)
I'ma just get that mouth just to pass time
[Chorus]
I wanna leave her alone (Leave her 'lone)
But there's just somethin' about this bitch that make my dick hard, yeah (Dick hard)
And I know I got plenty hoes
But you should fall in line, love, play your part, hey (Gotta play your part, uh)
You go up, down, side to side, you ride me 'round and 'round (Yeah, yeah)
You give me neck, I shoot my cannon, we be wildin' out (Uh-huh)
Hey, post me on your story, look what you started now (Look what you started now)
If I lock that pussy down, you better not bond it out (Yeah, yeah)
Written by: Amman Nurani, David Dror, Frederick Givens II, Isak Gidgard, Ricky Hampton