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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Megan Thee Stallion
Megan Thee Stallion
Vocals
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Levin
Daniel Levin
Songwriter
David Doman
David Doman
Songwriter
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Songwriter
Megan Pete
Megan Pete
Songwriter
Kate Laureen
Kate Laureen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Assistant Mixing Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Recording Engineer
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Recording Engineer
d.a. got that dope
d.a. got that dope
Producer

Lyrics

Real hot girl shit D.a. got that dope That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby Her friends and her mom hate me (go) Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (mm) She ain't gave me none of that pussy in a while She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin' (come here) Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?) Want me keep on my diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?) Keisha? (Kei), Jasmine? (Jas), Kiara? Megan? (Go) Lisa? Ashley? (Ashley), Sierra? Sarah? She got her hands on her knees with her ass in the air, ooh, that lil' bitch a player If her friends ain't around to record it, she bend over, shake that lil' ass in the mirror Like, goddamn, what a nigga gotta do for your number? Shorty came through with that head so good, I said "Fuck it, I ain't usin' no rubber" Way she make that ass bounce, think I love her Got that ass and that mouth from her mother Type to make your bae mad, you in trouble NBA playoffs that ass, it's a bubble Uh-uh, uh-uh, come here, come here, uh-uh Throw that ass back, come here, come here That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby Her friends and her mom hate me (go) Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (go) She ain't gave me none of that pussy in a while She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin' Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?) Want me keep on my diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?) (Wah, wah, wah, ayy) real hot girl shit (ayy, ayy) Lay on my stomach, toot it up, do the crybaby (do the crybaby) Look back, hold it open, now he annihilated (yeah) Moaning like a bitch when he hit this pussy (uh) Damn, he probably wanna wear my hoodie, ah, ah Choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me If I give it to another nigga, he'll hate me (he'll hate me) Spit, slurp, give him that work Fell too fast for me, now the nigga hurt Deeper, deeper, I need a reaper Thought I was in trouble how he tearin' them cheeks up Keep me a freak, who the flavor of the week? If I make up the rules, then I don't think it's cheatin' Jordan, Tommy, Timothy, Daniel (which one?) Might let Jonathan bring in Sarah (come here, Sarah) Bitch tryna brag about taking my man (huh?) Ha, I needed me a nigga off my hands (hahahaha) Uh-uh, don't fuck me like that, fuck me like this, yeah, ayy His friends and his dad hate me (yeah) I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby (he a crybaby) (wah-wah-wah) If I ain't let him hit the pussy by now (woah) Then that nigga lame if he still waitin' (ah, ah, ah) I ain't even saved your number, hmm (nope) So no, I can't reply to no text (no text) I make him cry 'bout the pussy, hmm Probably why my shit so wet (ah, ah, ah, ah) (wah, wah, wah)
Writer(s): David Doman, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Megan J. Pete Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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