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Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
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Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Songwriter
Nathan Ward II
Nathan Ward II
Songwriter
William Allen Hodge Jr.
William Allen Hodge Jr.
Songwriter

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Ah, tell me what the, ah, ah, ah Oh, you got me sounding good too, ayy Okay, tell me what the deal is, you know I'm the illest She from California, said she don't know where the 'Ville is Shout out to the hometown, I know that they gon' feel this When I hit the club, I walk in with a small village, and Nothing's off limits When you got the sauce, you know they running off with it Now she actin' freaky, she was coming off timid at first But I guess it really wasn't authentic, yes, sir Now she got me, ooh, doin' somersaults in it Know these fellas always talking but they weren't involved with it I like me some women, not a bunch of sausages I put in the work, I know that some of y'all didn't, yes, sir And they come in all sizes, uh We got new horizons I guess I might as well dive in No, it's not surprisin' the way you switched up I used to kick it with the kids that rocked that Osiris Used to rock a patch like a pirate The garden still private Drama got a Bentley, let me drive it I'm a heavy hitter, Darryl Isaacs And we rocking from side to side Tell me now if you're trying to ride with me You know I can find some time just to get In tune with you, ayy, ayy, ayy Used to be the one that I idolized Now I can't see you the same as I used to I guess I need me a ride or die Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too Late nights, head hurtin' Open up the red curtains You don't love me, you just networkin' I'm still trying to be the best version of me I got a whip plus room in the front seat And it's so up-scene She make me look like 2010 Kris Humphries Y'all been getting too comfy I been spending my time going off Just in case you're wondering, never just one dream Eighty proof all up in my bloodstream Used to talk shit, now I wonder what they must think Blame it on the crushed dreams that we used to all have All I know is that we can't fall back now And we rocking from side to side Tell me now if you're trying to ride with me You know I can find some time just to get In tune with you, ayy, ayy, ayy Used to be the one that I idolized Now I can't see you the same as I used to I guess I need me a ride or die Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too Do too Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too, do too, do too I know you get, sicker, games, too Know you get, know you get, know you get Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too
Writer(s): Jackman Thomas Harlow, Nathan Ward Ii, William Allen Hodge Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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