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INTERPRÉTATION
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Chant
Fridayy
Fridayy
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andre Robertson
Andre Robertson
Paroles/Composition
Francis LeBlanc
Francis LeBlanc
Paroles/Composition
Rodney Montreal
Rodney Montreal
Paroles/Composition
Tavoris Hollins
Tavoris Hollins
Paroles/Composition
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Fridayy
Fridayy
Production
Bizness Boi
Bizness Boi
Production
Fortune
Fortune
Production
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Ingénierie de mixage
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Matthew Edward Robinson
Matthew Edward Robinson
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

I know you miss me Who it's gon' be if it ain't me, lil' baby? I'm in yo' city 'Cause I need it one more time Might lose it all, I swear I need it tonight, ooh, aww How we get so deep so fast? Bae, stop playin', I'll beat your ass You be on some toxic shit, but I cannot get off this bitch, I Haven't seen you in three months, I miss you, can I see you, bae? Every time I see one of your pictures, that shit drives me crazy Girl, I know you miss a nigga Especially how I kiss it Message say delivered Why the fuck you keep going missing on me? Every time he get back in the picture, you act different on me Ayy, tell that nigga we gon' have to share you, I ain't trippin' on it One more time might be the best for both of us Maybe we should talk about it later when we sober up Maybe we should keep it going Maybe we should let it go Feel like if it's meant, it's what it is, so just let it flow Got sum to handle so I'ma be here for a couple hours Figured out you like them, my assistant keep on sendin' flowers They got they own business, tell me why the fuck they all in ours? Mama raised a lot of things, but she ain't raised no fuckin' coward We went to the moon last time, I'm trying to go back We been doing our thing for a while, but they don't know that I be buyin' you all type of bags, but you can't show that I be playin' the cut until you come back I know you miss me Who it's gon' be if it ain't me, lil' baby? I'm in yo' city 'Cause I need it one more time Might lose it all, I swear I need it tonight, ooh, aww Thinking how we played out Really I feel off about it, but ain't never said it We ain't gotta talk about it They'll never know when I'm with you, I play a different role Can't move off emotion, this shit deep now I got self-control I ain't never tried to hold you, niggas try to high and low me I can break it down in dumbest terms and show you how you owe me Still try and back door me, I know how to go about it I know everything, but I treat you like I don't know about it Wildin' in Miami, we took shrooms and caught a different vibe Bitches can't fuck with you, you the one, for real, I peep yo' style I gotta get to it, I'm O.T., so it's gon' be a while It feel a lil' better when I ain't seen you, yeah I know you miss me Who it's gon' be if it ain't me, lil' baby? I'm in yo' city 'Cause I need it one more time Might lose it all, I swear I need it tonight, ooh, aww
Writer(s): Tavoris Javon Hollins, Dominique Jones, Andre Robertson, Rodney Jeffrion Montreal Jr., Francis Leblanc Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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