Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Vocals
Lakeyah
Lakeyah
Vocals
Kid Hazel
Kid Hazel
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Horace Walls
Horace Walls
Songwriter
Ahmar Bailey
Ahmar Bailey
Songwriter
David Ruoff
David Ruoff
Songwriter
Elias Klughammer
Elias Klughammer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Hazel
Kid Hazel
Producer
Aaron "Dash" Sherrod
Aaron "Dash" Sherrod
Executive Producer
Frank Criddell
Frank Criddell
Executive Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Derek Ali
Derek Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Baby, what you doin'? Uh Baby, what you doin'? Baby, what you doin'? Come here, I been missin' you I wanna fuck, I know you can tell by how I'm kissin' you I know you say you like it when I get to rubbin' you (okay, bet) Come here, baby girl, then let me rub on you Baby, what you doin'? Baby, what you doin'? (Baby, what you doin'?) Baby, what you doin'? Come here, I been missin' you (baby, what you doin'?) Baby, what you doin'? Baby, what you doin'? (Baby, what you doin'?) Baby, what you doin'? Come here, I been missin' you (baby, what you doin'?) When I put it in your stomach, you be screamin', tryna take it You grip the covers tight while you make the ugly face Yeah, the outfit cute, but you look better when you naked E'rybody say my name but it sound better when you say it Let my face be your chair, come here, sit right here All that juice drippin' out, got some in my ear While I'm in it, look you in the eyes, you know I like to stare Know you finna cum, you say, "Don't stop, right there" I hear "Fp, fp, fp, fp, fp", when you throw it back Damn, uh, uh, uh, uh, bae, you throwin' that All that can't even fit in one hand, that's how you know it's fat I fiend for it as soon as we get done, that's how I know you crack Baby, what you doin'? Come here, I been missin' you I wanna fuck, I know you can tell by how I'm kissin' you I know you say you like it when I get to rubbin' you (okay, bet) Come here, baby girl, then let me rub on you Baby, what you doin'? Baby, what you doin'? (Baby, what you doin'?) Baby, what you doin'? Come here, I been missin' you Baby, what you doin'? Baby, what you doin'? (Baby, what you doin'?) Baby, what you doin'? Come here, I been missin' you (ayy, ayy, Lakeyah) Got a thing for them street niggas (yeah) Other niggas can't compete with 'em (nuh-uh) Grip my ass like the Glock .40 while I ride the dick like the beat, nigga (I ride) No BBL but my waist snatched (snatched) Petite bitch, yeah, I'm real bad (real bad) Feed it to you like soul food Only real niggas get to taste that (ayy, ayy-ayy) And I know you wanna fuck (fuck) I'm like, "Come on, babe, wassup?" ('Sup?) He like, "Baby, where you at?" I'm like, "Boy, I'm pullin' up" (up) Ayy, you could fold me up with my legs Gon' let him hit it, have his head gone Rocks off then I head home Dog niggas out, do 'em dead wrong Wanna pull it, I'ma let the nigga 'Cause he payin' for it just to get done Now I tell my nigga, "Don't be scared now Take the safety off, I'm tryna make you bust it" He said, "Girl, I'm tryna wife it" I ain't tryna be no wifey I'm the type to go one night And block a nigga while he typin', he like Baby, what you doin'? Come here, I been missin' you I wanna fuck, I know you can tell by how I'm kissin' you I know you say you like it when I get to rubbin' you (okay, bet) Come here, baby girl, then let me rub on you Baby, what you doin'? Baby, what you doin'? (Baby, what you doin'?) Baby, what you doin'? Come here, I been missin' you Baby, what you doin'? Baby, what you doin'? (Baby, what you doin'?) Baby, what you doin'? Come here, I been missin' you
Writer(s): Elias Klughammer, David Ruoff, Ahmar Bailey, Horace Walls Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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