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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tokyo Jetz
Tokyo Jetz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brince L Elam
Brince L Elam
Songwriter
Marcquinn Bryant
Marcquinn Bryant
Songwriter
Marcus James Allen
Marcus James Allen
Songwriter
Shauntrell Pender
Shauntrell Pender
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stoopid Beatz
Stoopid Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Like let me get him Need no nigga for no paper Can you holla Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that You prolly got a bitch, come wit a kid Come wit a ring, come wit a crib And I ain't got no time to chill wit no pussy Like let me get him Need no nigga for no paper Can you holla Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that You prolly got a bitch, come wit a kid Come wit a ring, come wit a crib And I ain't got no time to chill wit no pussy I can't be fuckin wit no niggas That be fuckin wit no bitch Cause my pussy way too good to let you put it in yo mix Wit yo messy ass BM In my DM Steady reaching bitch you tweakin Goin live end that shit Bitch go inside Call yo nigga set him straight Bitch you can't put me in my place You ain't even on my level This like dancin wit the devil He ain't tell me shit about you ole stupid ass I see you lurking on fake pages ole groupie ass Please don't make me hurt yo feelings Don't come at me as a woman Bitch don't put me in yo business Give no fuck about yo children Split that pussy nigga lip Kick him out hoe make a move Cause bitch I for playing games But I never played to lose Like let me get him Need no nigga for no paper Can you holla Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that You prolly got a bitch, come wit a kid Come wit a ring, come wit a crib And I ain't got no time to chill wit no pussy Like let me get him Need no nigga for no paper Can you holla Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that You prolly got a bitch, come wit a kid Come wit a ring, come wit a crib And I ain't got no time to chill wit no pussy Aye picture this We outta town We took a trip cause we was bored We on the phone late night He tryna tell me he in love Bitch he tryna meet my momma I done let him 'round lil Aiden Pussy nigga met my daddy He want me to have his baby nah fuck that Swear he ain't got no bitch But she all on Facebook She posting pictures wit his jhits And I just blocked his number He keep callin' back to back Hoe I just did you a favor How you actin' like you mad, dizzy bitch I shoulda just been petty Picked up like we busy bitch Goddamn you aggravating Leave me alone I sent his dog ass home And you love his dog ass She like this where he belong Bitch you dumber than I thought Like let me get him Need no nigga for no paper Can you holla Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that You prolly got a bitch, come wit a kid Come wit a ring, come wit a crib And I ain't got no time to chill wit no pussy Like let me get him Need no nigga for no paper Can you holla Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that You prolly got a bitch, come wit a kid Come wit a ring, come wit a crib And I ain't got no time to chill wit no pussy
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Tauheed Epps, Chancelor Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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