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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sexyy Red
Sexyy Red
Vocals
Summer Walker
Summer Walker
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phil Phever
Phil Phever
Songwriter
Kiddo A.I.
Kiddo A.I.
Songwriter
Jacob Kasher Hindlin
Jacob Kasher Hindlin
Songwriter
Nija Aisha-Alayja Charles
Nija Aisha-Alayja Charles
Songwriter
Benjamin Dyer Diehl
Benjamin Dyer Diehl
Songwriter
Janae Wherry
Janae Wherry
Songwriter
Samuel Roman Elliot
Samuel Roman Elliot
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sexyy Red
Sexyy Red
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Mira Demirkan
Mira Demirkan
Creative Director
Rebel Music
Rebel Music
Executive Producer
David "Dos Dias" Bishop
David "Dos Dias" Bishop
Mixing Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Jaron Bozman
Jaron Bozman
Recording Engineer
Phil Phever
Phil Phever
Producer
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
Producer
J-Kash
J-Kash
Producer

Letras

Sexyy (I might) He like, "Sexyy, where you at? Come and put it on me" I know I got the wettest coochie, my shit's macaroni C-call him when I'm bored 'cause a bad bitch get lonely I need a nigga that keep it real 'cause my last nigga was phony (loser) That's my lil' partner, yeah, that's my lil' boo (gang-gang) We be boolin', we be jammin', me and him, we hella cool (on God) You got a bitch, I got a nigga, but we gon' stick to the rules And don't ever think shit sweet, 'cause my nigga keep that tool But I might call that phone when my nigga actin' up I might send you the location and let you pull up I might, you just better not tell my baby daddy I might, 'cause he gon' leave you leakin' in an alley I might hit you with that, "Where you at?" I might kiss it in a Cadillac I might, might, just keep it comin' every weekend Might just get you kickin', I Hit you with that, "You up?" text I might give you, like, the greatest sex (what's up?) I might just keep it comin' every weekend I pull up when you need it (Sexyy), I might I ain't never felt like this before He do whatever I want, he got me real spoiled (that's my nigga) Fresh out the shower, rub my body down with oil After we fuck, I always tell him, "Give me more" (yeah, yeah) Lingerie got me lookin' cute, come and take these panties off (ugh, ugh) Chanel perfume, and you know I got my wig done (Sexyy) I don't give a fuck what time it is, nigga, pick up that phone Put a hit on him, now, the nigga swear I did him wrong But I might call that phone when my nigga actin' up I might send you the location and let you pull up I might, you just better not tell my baby daddy I might, 'cause he gon' leave you leakin' in an alley I might hit you with that, "Where you at?" I might kiss it in a Cadillac I might, might, just keep it comin' every weekend (oh) Might just get you kickin', I Hit you with that, "You up?" text I might give you, like, the greatest sex I might just keep it comin' every weekend I pull up when you need it, I might I might cut you out, sayin' things I don't mean Then turn around, and come and put that thing on me Then hit your phone when I know you're lonely (oh, give me whatever you need) What you creepin' for? Baby, I'ma keep it fed I'ma make your neckless into my legs You know what it's givin', what it's givin' when the mood right But maybe on the late-night I might hit you with that, "Where you at?" I might kiss it in a Cadillac I might, might, just keep it comin' every weekend (oh) Might just get you kickin', I Hit you with that, "You up?" text I might give you, like, the greatest sex I might, might, just keep it comin' every weekend I pull up when you need it, I might Call that phone when my nigga actin' up I might send you the location and let you pull up I might, you just better not tell my baby daddy I might, 'cause he gon' leave you leakin' in an alley (Sexyy)
Writer(s): Nija Charles, Benjamin Diehl, Sam Romans, Amanda Renee Ibanez, Jacob Kasher, Phil Phever, Janae Nierah Wherry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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