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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lebra Jolie
Lebra Jolie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lebra Daniels
Lebra Daniels
Composer
Zachary Alexander
Zachary Alexander
Composer
Malik Griggs
Malik Griggs
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kutta Beatz
Kutta Beatz
Producer
Frontline
Frontline
Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Kutta, cut that shit up, man
Where my sexy ass? Aye, where my sexy ass, sexy ass?
Aye, with yo' sexy ass, aye, where my sexy ass?
[Chorus]
Train them all, I teach a **** how to act
Out of sight, I can never put a **** on no neck
Twenty bottles, tell them bring it to the back
If I order fifty thousand, I'ma need that shit exact
Lotta ass, I can make a **** fletch
New Bottega, I be stepping on they neck
Having pressure cool, let's get it off yo' chest
The fuck I look like addressing hoes? They ain't got no address
Where he at? Where he at?
Send the addy, send the addy
Where he at? Where he at?
Yeah, aye, aye
Send the addy, send the addy
[Verse 1]
Yeah, 50 inches, let it fall out my ass crack
He beating up the pussy like he on a drum set
VVS on my neck, we having rich sex
Back and forth with a rich ****, I'm the rich sex
I like to fuck them in the mirror while the sun set
Like why you putting on your clothes? We ain't done yet
You ain't make me come yet, we ain't having fun yet
I told him bring another bitch, come make us both wet
[Chorus]
Train them all, I teach a **** how to act
Out of sight, I can never put a **** on no neck
Twenty bottles, tell them bring it to the back
If I order fifty thousand, I'ma need that shit exact
Lotta ass, I can make a **** fletch
New Bottega, I be stepping on they neck
Having pressure cool, let's get it off yo' chest
The fuck I look like addressing hoes? They ain't got no address
Where he at? Where he at?
Send the addy, send the addy
Where he at? Where he at?
Yeah, yeah
Send the addy, send the addy
[Verse 2]
Aye, yeah, and I ain't gotta put no voodoo on no ****
Must be winter time, bitch, I'm too cool up on a ****
This pussy wet, I put this pool up on a ****
Booze when I come right back, I'm more like two up on a ****
Aye, I ain't never worried 'bout losing no ****
You think it's love, I'm steady using a ****
Abusing a ****, he do whatever I say
Let him bet all on the bitch like I'm his parlay
[Chorus]
Train them all, I teach a **** how to act
Out of sight, I can never put a **** on no neck
Twenty bottles, tell them bring it to the back
If I order fifty thousand, I'ma need that shit exact
Lotta ass, I can make a **** fletch
New Bottega, I be stepping on they neck
Having pressure cool, let's get it off yo' chest
The fuck I look like addressing hoes? They ain't got no address
Where he at? Where he at?
Send the addy, send the addy
Where he at? Where he at?
Yeah, aye, aye
Send the addy, send the addy
Written by: Lebra Daniels, Malik Griggs, Zachary Alexander
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