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Listen to Can't Believe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & WizKid) - Single by Kranium
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kranium
Kranium
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Wizkid
Wizkid
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Dennis
Andre Dennis
Songwriter
Ayodeji Ibrahim Balogun
Ayodeji Ibrahim Balogun
Songwriter
Jammy James
Jammy James
Songwriter
Kemar Donaldson
Kemar Donaldson
Songwriter
Michael Bruce Brissett
Michael Bruce Brissett
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ZJ Liquid
ZJ Liquid
Producer

Lyrics

Oh, God, yeah, mmm When mi touch down, bend or bruk down In the late night, mi and her locked up Shift her draws to the side, ride the shotgun, mmm Inna mi dark glass, cut-off shorts, Clarks well clean Touch the road with mi bloodclaat team See a gyal deh pon a corner a cry and a scream You know seh the boss haffi intervene She say, her man nah give her the time So, of course, you know say, mi go give ya the whine Now she say how me is a one of a kind And that's how she became mine, and see it deh Can't believe I, him can't believe I Take him girl away from him, oh, God Can't believe I, him can't believe I Take him girl away from him, oh, God She want a rich nigga, not a broke one She a boss too, she get her own money Slim thicky with her booty and she know a nigga love that shit I love that shit She got a man, oh, well, I'm like so what? What that nigga got to do with us? When we're lost in the moment And I'm deep in your ocean I bet he can't believe that Him can't believe I, can't believe I Take him girl away from him, oh, God Can't believe I, him can't believe I Take him girl away from him, oh, God Now the whole place a talk 'bout the youth from New York That give her the sparks Inna mi straight jeans pants and me Wallabee Clarks The boy say, how me nuh inna him class? True, him a give her all of the money in the world Him never know seh he woulda lose him girl to a regular yute Weh a give her all the time, and plus she say, mi well cute And see it deh Him can't believe I, can't believe I Take him girl away from him, oh, God Can't believe I, him can't believe I Take him girl away from him, oh, God Your gyal come give me likkle whine so Give me likkle whine so Give me whine so Give me whine so, give me whine so My gyal come give me likkle whine so Give me likkle whine so Give me whine so Show me love, gyal, free your mind Give me likkle whine and I'ma make you mine Yup, pretty gyal, I make you mine I know you didn't come alone, that's why you really shy Baby girl, come free your mind Man you love to give, I wanna hold you tight Baby girl, I hold you tight I wanna squeeze, wanna tease, wanna please, wanna please Baby girl, I want it one more time Yup! Him can't believe I, can't believe I Take him girl away from him, oh, God Can't believe I, him can't believe I Take him girl away from him, oh, God
Writer(s): Tyrone William Griffin, Ayodeji Ibrahim Balogun, Kemar Donaldson, Jammy Ricardo James, Lowell Sly Filmore Dunbar, Dennis Brown, Michael Brissett, Robbie Shakespeare, Andre Dennis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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