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Y.A.S. (Extended Remix)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Todrick Hall
Todrick Hall
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Todrick Hall
Todrick Hall
Songwriter
Jeeve
Jeeve
Songwriter
Carl Seante Mcgrier
Carl Seante Mcgrier
Songwriter
Jean Yves Ducornet
Jean Yves Ducornet
Songwriter
Kofi Owusu-Ofori
Kofi Owusu-Ofori
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Todrick Hall
Todrick Hall
Producer
wiidope
wiidope
Producer
Jeeve
Jeeve
Producer

Lyrics

YAS, bitch You know who you are Yo, well it was real cute when I met you It was ev'rything Real sweet when you gave me that promise ring Then I found out you suck, I thought you didn't give no fks (wrong!) You was giving fks alright Screwing these yucks in the middle of the night Bitch, you nasty, you trash, so I wrote this hook for that ass You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit You ain't shit, shit, shit You ain't shit, shit, shit You ain't shit, shit, shit You ain't shit, shit, shit You ain't shit You know who you are, you know who you are You know who you are, you know who you are You ain't shit You know who you are, you know who you are You know who you are, you know who you are (you ain't) You ain't shit, your dog ain't shit You got a cute nephew, but his uncle a bitch (whoop, whoop) Somebody call the hoe police And ya granny ain't shit may she rest in peace 'Cause you done pissed off a petty bitch, a petty bitch Well I hope you fking ready bitch, get ready bitch I'ma hack your computer, I'ma egg your house I don't do cardio, but I'ma run my mouth I'ma hide in the bushes so you scared to come out And let e'rybody know that you used me for clout Bitch, bye! This bitch independent I can have another you in a New York minute, bitch You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit I said, "Who ain't shit?" (You ain't shit!) I said, "Who ain't shit?" (You ain't shit!) I said, "Who ain't shit?" (You ain't shit!) Haha. Bye, pencil dick! You ain't shit, shit, shit You ain't shit, shit, shit You ain't shit, shit, shit You ain't shit, shit, shit You ain't shit You know who you are, you know who you are You know who you are, you know who you are You ain't shit You know who you are, you know who you are Slow it down for 'em, Todrick You ain't shit You shady lyin' punk-ass, bitch-ass trick You ain't shit And I can't wait to leak your pics, motherfker You ain't shit I ain't the kinda guy that you wanna fk wit Oh, you ain't shit And you got a little dick Yee-haw! You bitch-ass hoe, it's time for a hoedown I said, you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ain't shi-ih-ih-ih-it You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ain't shi-it I said, you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ain't shi-ih-ih-ih-it Bi-i-itch, you-ou ain't shi-it (Yee-haw!) You ain't shit, you punk-bitch Ya mom ain't shit Dad ain't shit Dog ain't shit Your granny ain't shit (You know who you are) You ain't shit (You know who you are) You ain't shit (You know who you are) You ain't shit (You know who you are) And you ain't shit It's after midnight, so tell me why you lurkin' in the dark A 6am flight, but you meetin' with your exes in the park I saw your screen and I know you busy textin' other guys And I'm sick of your lies You know who you are And you ain't shit You messed with the wrong guy You're prob'ly creepin', cheatin' tonight Oh, it's 'bout to get a little bit more petty Sing with me now (Hey, you ain't shit) Your mama, and your uncle, and your daddy ain't shit Your sister, and your doggy, and your granny ain't shit Your cousin, and your crusty future husband ain't shit Soulja boy, tell 'em Why you always lyin' fo' Changin' numbers in your phone You must think that I'm some kinda stupid man, you hoe Now watch me (Youuuu) Ain't shit (Youuuu) Ain't shit (Youuuu) Ain't shit Ariel, the boys up there, they're a mess Life under the sea is better than anything they got up there The sweet life is always sweeter When somebody else can pay Believed that you weren't a cheater But that was a big mistake You say I'm de one and only Then why are there boys galore? Such wonderful things surround you What more is you lookin' for? Bitch, you ain't shit (bitch, you ain't shit) Bitch, you ain't shit (bitch, you ain't shit) So narcissistic, not gonna miss it one little bit (not one little bit) I gave you ev'rything I had You gave me lies, excuses, and crabs No more excuses, boy, you so useless Bitch, you ain't shit These shady boys want a free ride And when I ask for their heart, they just sell me lies They play my heart like they play ball But when I'm done, then I'm done, so I built a wall And now he's callin me Sayin', "Please don't leave!" Where is your dignity? Don't put your pain on me I thought you were mine but you cheated and lied You ain't shit (bitch, bitch) You ain't shit (bitch, bitch) No, I thought you were mine but you cheated and lied You ain't shit (shit, shit) You. Ain't. Shit. You gotta bitch-ass ex, let me see you jump You gotta bitch-ass ex, let me see you jump You gotta bitch-ass ex, put your hands up You. Ain't. Shit. Ladies and gentlemen, Petty Productions proudly presents You Ain't Shit... the musical Let's take it on home, fellas You ain't shit You shady lyin' punk-ass, bitch-ass trick Oh, you ain't shit And I can't wait to leak your pics, motherfker You ain't shit I ain't the kinda guy that you wanna fk wit Oh, you ain't shit And you got a little... Got a little... You got a little... Little... You've got a lit-tle Diiiicccckkkk! And you ain't shit, yeah!
Writer(s): Todrick Dramaul Hall, Jean-yves G. Ducornet, Carl Seante Mcgrier, Kofi A Owusu-ofori Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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