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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
6LACK
6LACK
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
Mereba
Mereba
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jakob Rabitsch
Jakob Rabitsch
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Ricardo Valdez Valentine
Ricardo Valdez Valentine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yakob
Yakob
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Scott Desmarais
Scott Desmarais
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Freebandz 6LACK, yeah Curiosity been at a all-time high in the tree tops I remix your life like cut cocaine and it's all re-rock Ain't been wanting much lately, no, 'cause you're my detox Repeat, run it back, one more time, 'til we hit the sweet spot Betr if we make love like we always knew each other (Yeah) You'd be searching far and wide but you wouldn't want another Does it make you happy? If so that's what I'm on I'll be at it till your troubles are gone This an East Atlanta Love Letter Who gon' love better? Nobody Because I say so, and my words hit like a Draco Oh, oh It's an East Atlanta Love Letter Who gon' love better? Nobody Because I say so, and my words hit like a Draco Curi-osi-ty Curiosity's been a all-time high in the tree tops (Oh yeah, tree tops) I remix your love like cut cocaine it's re-rock (Mix your love, it's a reroute) Ain't been wanting much lately, no, 'Cause you my detox (No, 'cause you my detox, ayy) If we, run it back, one more time, 'til we hit the sweet spot But if we made love like we always knew each other (But if we made love like we always knew each other) You be searching far and wide but you wouldn't want another (You wouldn't want another) Does he make you happy? (Does he make you happy) If so that's what I'm on (If so that's what I'm on, hey) This a East Atlanta Love Letter Who gon' love better? Nobody Because I say so, and my words hit like a Draco (brrrp) Coming from the bottom of the mud Concrete feel double blunt Extended clip, no pea coat Big pimp, damn, that hoe Piss po' head to toe (yeah, yeah) .44, let it go Patek, Patek, icy cold (let it go) Pink diamonds, what's up This is a zone six stick up Come through, everything get hit up Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Who gon' love better? Who gon' love better? Nobody Because I say so, and my words hit East side East side
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Jakob Rabitsch, Ricardo Valdez Valentine Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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