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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ms Banks
Ms Banks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oliver Rodigan
Oliver Rodigan
Songwriter
Jasper Lee Harris
Jasper Lee Harris
Songwriter
Thyra Oji
Thyra Oji
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jasper Jams
Jasper Jams
Producer
Cadenza
Cadenza
Producer

Lyrics

Mm, ayy Mm, ayy Uh Been bad, I ain't gotta adjust (uh) Boss chick, hood bitch, they be loving us (ooh) And them haters stay mad, I'ma give 'em dust (ooh) I don't give a fuck Yeah, you know what's up (yeah) You know real niggas glance when we in the dance (uh) Your baby daddy want my number, he ain't got a chance (nah) The way I arch that back, got him in a trance (yeah) Thick gyal, strong stance All my bitches on top, got cake by the pound (ooh) Talkin' like they're on smoke, in the flesh, not a sound (ooh) How that waist so small and that arse so round? (uh) When we step up in the spot, make a nigga bow down (bow down) Wrist on drown (Ooh) Bad and I'm brown (ooh) Gimme my crown, I ain't got no bounds (ooh) Six years deep, man, I built it from the ground Know they didn't feel me then, well I bet they feel me now They already know we on top (we on top) And that shit don't ever stop (never stop) Took a nigga out to Novikov Then I took him home just to eat the box (woo, woo, woo, woo) They already know we on top (we on top) And that shit don't ever stop (never stop) Took a nigga out to Novikov Then I took him home... Yeah, I got that good food nigga (uh) Hella talk, what can you do nigga? (what can you do?) He said "It's big", I can make it bigger (uh-uh) I got that somethin' for you after dinner (yeah, yeah) That's a sweet KitKat with the energy to match (ooh) Keep my body intact, don't cut me no slack (ooh) Niggas try run game, they ain't got no type (uh) But my bitches on stuff, they gon' make that arse clap Baby, make that arse clap (clap, clap, clap) Oh, you like it like that? Said you like my somethin' and my somethin' look fat Oh, you got a foreign? You can hit it in the back (no cap) Boy, I been in the gym, I'on wanna get on top (on top) But baby, you can give me top (haha) When you're feeling lonely, hit me up, gimme the drop (yeah) I'ma pull up to the spot and make it hot Yeah (hot, hot) They already know we on top And that shit don't ever stop (never stop) Took a nigga out to Novikov Then I took him home just to eat the box (woo, woo, woo, woo) They already know we on top (we on top) And that shit don't ever stop (never stop) Took a nigga out to Novikov Then I took him home just to eat the box (brrt) Eat it up, fuck me good, suck my toes (uh-uh) Big dick energy, make it grow (yeah, yeah) First night, told him "Get rid of them hoes" (hoes) Open up, lick it up, Sloppy Joe, yeah (yeah, yeah) Eat it up, fuck me good, suck my toes (uh-uh) Big dick energy, make it grow (yeah, yeah) First night, told him "Get rid of them hoes" (get rid of them hoes) Open up, lick it up, Sloppy Joe, yeah They already know we on top (we on top) And that shit don't ever stop (never stop) Took a nigga out to Novikov Then I took him home just to eat the box (woo, woo, woo, woo) They already know we on top (we on top) And that shit don't ever stop (never stop) Took a nigga out to Novikov Then I took him home just to eat the box (brrt) Ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Move ya body Ooh I like that, yeah
Writer(s): Oliver Sebastian Rodigan, Thyra Ebony Kigho Deshaun Oji, Jasper Lee Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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