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PERFORMING ARTISTS
K CAMP
K CAMP
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristopher Campbell
Kristopher Campbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Kritical
Bobby Kritical
Producer
Trey Keysor
Trey Keysor
Producer

Lyrics

She got her own She got her own She got her own (let's go) She got her own (Hey) If you pull up, she gon' pull up too You can buy that, she can buy that too She got her own (Yeah) Shawty just a bad bitch with her own shit She don't need you to buy her a outfit (ha) Fucking to the Louis store, gotta have it (yeah) Say you on IG had to tag it She got her own (ha) She got her own Yup, yup, yup Boss bitch, boss bitch, you're a boss bitch We know that nigga' was weak, he almost lost it He couldn't handle a girl with all that profit And you can handle one nigga' that's on that nonsense Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's your day When she get on that hen', she want that foreplay When she get on that 'tron, she get on that k-way I just made about 20 you know that's light pay (yeah) You say that most these niggas act full gay She just want a real that nigga that's gon lay lay (yup) Pipe down, just pipe down, we here now When I'm feenin that pussy give you the stare down Scare now, you scared now, don't fade away Get rid of that fuck nigga, he a throwaway She gon facetime everytime I go away When that shit is real is boy that shit don't go away She got her own (she ain't worried about y'all niggas) She got her own (she gon get it regardless) She got her own (yeah) She got her own (ha, what you talkin about) If you pull up, she gon pull up too You can buy that, she can buy that too She got her own (yeah) (let's go) Shawty just a bad bitch with her own shit She don't need you to buy her a outfit (outfit) Walk into the Louis store, got her handbag Say you on IG I had to tag it She got her own She got her own She don't want no broke boy (broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy) She don't want no broke boy (broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy) I love the way you do those things that you do You ain't gotta flex for him or you Imma send a text, tell you to come through She onto the next, she ain't even want you Boss bitch, baby, Glock off safety Fire a nigga up if you're fuckin with my lady Wrist on froze, mo'fucka icy Fuckin with a shawty, she a boss like me She got her own (Let's go) She got her own (ha) She got her own yup She got her own
Writer(s): Juan Jose Botero, Cody H. Rounds, Henry Lother Nichols, Alexander John Wigdahl, Cole Michael Bennett, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Edgard Noel Herrera, Giorgio Lorenzo Ligeon, Simon David Plummer, Tyshane Thompson, Caleb Zackery Toliver, Nicholas Mira, Donny Flores, Maxwell James Nichols, Sergio Kitchens, Symere Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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