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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LeToya Luckett
LeToya Luckett
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LeToya Luckett
LeToya Luckett
Songwriter
Andre Merritt
Andre Merritt
Songwriter
Cory Bold
Cory Bold
Songwriter
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cory Bold
Cory Bold
Producer
Andre Merritt
Andre Merritt
Co-Producer
Ashley Stagg
Ashley Stagg
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Bellman
Chris Bellman
Mastering Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Cory Bold, LeToya)
So swing, batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her (You think you slick)
Swing, batta batta batta (Hahaha)
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
So swing, batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her (We'll see)
Swing, batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
Now ain't nobody perfect but I've (Given everything)
Even past the fact that you lied (And what you did to me)
And lonely nights at home when I cried
Baby, I cried, bab, I tried, yeah
(And you don't) Even care about what we had
(And I won't) Deal with it, be your punching bag
(So don't) Compare me to what I think is trash
So I'm a take out the trash
Soon as I find out who she is
Who is this chick that you think's all that?
Tryna steal you away, but I ain't havin' that
'Bout to put my foot down on homegirl's neck
To make her see that
She ain't got shit on me (That whore)
She ain't got shit on me (That whore)
She ain't got shit on me (That whore)
She ain't got shit on me (That whore)
She ain't got, she ain't got (Whore)
Oh, so you wanna leave? 'Cause you ain't gone
You're a puppy on a leash, time to come back home
I done let you out to play but you ain't playin' fair
You done meet this little stray, bringin' fleas 'round here
So swing, batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
Swing, batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
Right at her, batta, batta
Right at her, batta, batta
All I need to know is who she is
Who is this chick that you think's all that? (Yeah)
Tryna steal you away, but I ain't havin' that (Oh)
'Bout to put my foot down on homegirl's neck (Now tell me who she thinks she is?)
To make her see that
She ain't got shit on me (Oh, that whore)
She ain't got shit on me (Oh, that whore)
She ain't got shit on me (Oh, no, that whore)
She ain't got shit on me (No, whoa, hey, hey, that whore)
She ain't got, she ain't got (Shit on me)
Does she kiss like me? (Does she kiss like me? No)
Care for ya kids like me? (No, uh-huh)
Keep a secret like me? (Shh, no)
Does she cook? (Uh) Clean?
Do all the things?
Can you take her home to momma? (No)
Deal wit 'cha baby momma? (No)
Does she fight like me? Stay fly like me?
Down to ride like me? (Uh)
No, 'cause she ain't me, yeah!
Who is this chick that you think's all that? (Oh)
Tryna steal you away, but I ain't havin' that (Oh)
'Bout to put my foot down on homegirl's neck (Hey)
To make her see that
She ain't got shit on me (That whore)
She ain't got shit on me (Hey, that whore)
She ain't got shit on me (Hey, oh, that whore)
She ain't got shit on me (That whore, she ain't got, yeah)
She ain't got, she ain't got
So swing, batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
Swing batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
So swing batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
Swing batta batta batta
Swing mad up at, up at, up at her
Written by: Andre Merritt, Chris Brown, Cory Bold, LeToya Luckett
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