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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Engineer
James Kang
James Kang
Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Gotta go harder than all these ****, it's like I'm making an impact
Was on my MacBook out the apartment, we just pulled up to the kickback
I wanna party, she wanna party, I get us a section to chit-chat
Breaking your heart, tear it apart, yeah, just like a KitKat
Killing her pussy every time that we meet, yeah, I can't come and get back
Young **** hate my guts 'cause she won't be yours, but you got your bitch back
Yesterday argue, she call me tomorrow when she want me to hit that
She gargle and swallow me whole, I'm fresh in her mouth just like a Tic Tac
[Verse 1]
She sit on my dick like a recliner, yeah, she told me to sit back
She taking it off, yeah, it's designer, clothes on the floor like gift wrap
Took yo' ho, it's perfect timing, he can't find her, she kidnapped
Fucked this ho, give her pajamas, she 'boutta take a dick nap
Travel the globe, changin' my climate, chain too cold, can't switch that
Stab my back, need an alignment, yeah, she said she can fix that
She be on Tinder, prolly can find her, but that **** a mismatch
I put YSL on my body, she still in love with my six-pack
[Chorus]
Gotta go harder than all these ****, it's like I'm making an impact
Was on my MacBook out the apartment, we just pulled up to the kickback
I wanna party, she wanna party, I get us a section to chit-chat
Breaking your heart, tear it apart, yeah, just like a KitKat
Killing her pussy every time that we meet, yeah, I can't come and get back
Young **** hate my guts 'cause she won't be yours, but you got your bitch back
Yesterday argue, she call me tomorrow when she want me to hit that
She gargle and swallow me whole, I'm fresh in her mouth just like a, aye
[Verse 2]
She wanna come to the mansion, blindfold her, she came to the mansion
She wanna come to the mansion, blindfold her, she came to the mansion
Doing these drugs, she love the expansion, she get the drop, woke up to the family
I made her pop, she calling me Daddy, better than letting her have it
She wanna pile of Addy, she can't stop loving like that
She taking off clothes, I'm loving her fashion, my money talk like Instagram baddies
I'm steady rolling up cabbage, I'm not a vegan more like addict
Bitch on my top like a attic, this is the Soss house, bitch, not a cabin
Like on the playground, this bitch wanna have some fun
Man, quit playing around, y'all really ain't got no funds
Maybach smoked out, man, I can't feel my lungs
These **** bracked out, they best friends with the plug
What's my worth now? Man, I'm tryna run it up
Fucked my Achilles up, I was running it up
Hop out a Bentley truck, she wanna suck me up
She wanna come to the mansion, blindfold her, she came to the mansion
[Chorus]
Gotta go harder than all these ****, it's like I'm making an impact
Was on my MacBook out the apartment, we just pulled up to the kickback
I wanna party, she wanna party, I get us a section to chit-chat
Breaking your heart, tear it apart, yeah, just like a KitKat
Killing her pussy every time that we meet, yeah, I can't come and get back
Young **** hate my guts 'cause she won't be yours, but you got your bitch back
Yesterday argue, she call me tomorrow when she want me to hit that
She gargle and swallow me whole, I'm fresh in her mouth just like a Tic Tac
Written by: Timothy Jordan Jenks
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