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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
Lyrics
Lamar Alexidor
Lamar Alexidor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Jaasu Mallory
Jaasu Mallory
Mixing Engineer
Xair
Xair
Producer

Lyrics

(Damn, let me get that motherfucker) Skee! Yea, nigga Yea, nigga Shoo, shoo Nigga (nigga) Yea, yea I'm a player not a simp bae This shit coming off the head like a temp fade Hold on baby, I'm a player not a simp bae (not a simp, bitch) This shit coming off the head like a temp fade (like a temp fade, yuh) And your bitch trying to kick it like a Sensei (like a sensei) Maybe you can get a wig, but I ain't paying rent bae Young, stepping in some bands, know I brag different I can go and spend it nigga, 'cause my bag different That bitch, she ain't really fucking bad, that hoe catfishin' And I got your bitch, doing tricks, this hoe backflippin' I been smokin' on that gas, you can smell the aroma In the booth, I'm in that mode, sippin' Arizona You might think bro finna crash the way he bent the corner Take your bitch and give her back, no I don't even want her Take your bitch and give her back, I want a refund In the booth, got on dark shades, I can't even see nun' I be high up in the stars, now I finna be one How the fuck I cut you off, you running back, that lil' hoe D1 Yeah, she's a trackstar Baby I'm a dog, like them pits in the backyard (yessir!) I be on some other shit, why niggas trying to act hard? And we steady getting to that money nigga, that part With your bitch, you can call me Timmy, know I'm finna turn her up Nigga we been getting to that bag, that's what I'm running up And my name been getting hot up in the streets, say I'm burning up Nigga ain't no doubt it niggas know for sure I'm coming up Yeah, we been getting to that cake bitch I ain't never flag, nigga know my pockets straight bitch Steady grinding, nigga know that's what it take to be great And I'm spitting real shit up on the mic, this ain't no fake shit (hell yeah) Hold on baby, I'm a player not a simp bae (not a simp, bitch) This shit coming off the head like a temp fade (like a temp fade, yuh) And your bitch trying to kick it like a Sensei (like a sensei) Maybe you can get a wig, but I ain't paying rent bae Young, stepping in some bands, know I brag different I can go and spend it nigga, 'cause my bag different That bitch, she ain't really fucking bad, that hoe catfishin' And I got your bitch, doing tricks, this hoe backflippin' Nigga, yea Nigga, yea What the fuck? Shoo, shoo Yea, nigga Skee!
Writer(s): Tyler Meeks, Lamar Alexidor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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