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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Tate
Baby Tate
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tate Farris
Tate Farris
Songwriter
Jack LoMastro
Jack LoMastro
Songwriter
Angela Hunte
Angela Hunte
Songwriter
James Scheffer
James Scheffer
Songwriter
Krystal Oliver
Krystal Oliver
Songwriter
Frank Romano
Frank Romano
Songwriter
Calvin Puckett
Calvin Puckett
Songwriter
Nima Jahanbin
Nima Jahanbin
Songwriter
Paimon Jahanbin
Paimon Jahanbin
Songwriter
Chrystel Bagrou
Chrystel Bagrou
Songwriter
Michael Washington
Michael Washington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MikeWavvs
MikeWavvs
Producer
Wallis Lane
Wallis Lane
Producer
Jackson Paul LoMastro
Jackson Paul LoMastro
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah (Yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh) Yeah (Yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh) Yeah (Yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh) Okay, oh Oh damn, I just outdid bitches again If they wasn't hatin' so hard we probably could've been friends Ain't no competition 'cause they don't got the logic to win Niggas politicking so hard you'd think they sponsored by them See, I ain't never been the type to be a ass kisser Fuck a nigga and the bitch that came wit 'em My pockets bigger, you dropped the ball, December My fee went up, you can get the middle finger Big ol' facts, no crunch, no cap Take that wack bitch off the map Blow a stack and get it back Timеs ten, that's simple math Oh, my bad, you hoes can't add Y'all too slow, I'm movin' fast Eat my dust, I do thе dash And you know just where we at We in the car We ride slow We doin' things that the girls don't do The boys stare We smile back All my girls in them rainbow Cadillacs, yeah I think lil' shawty hating on the lizzow Truth hurts, you mad 'cause I'm a baby and you is old I'm a threat, I body all these bitches with a demo I get checks that's thick and super juicy, call 'em Lizzo Big fine woman, back that shit up If it wasn't for corona, I'd pack this club Smell that loud in my aroma, got that spliff stuffed Super pretty and that P spectacular Big ol' facts, no crunch, no cap Take that wack bitch off the map Blow a stack and get it back Times ten, that's simple math Oh, my bad, you hoes can't add Y'all too slow, I'm movin' fast Eat my dust, I do the dash And you know just where we at We in the car We ride slow We doin' things that the girls don't do The boys stare We smile back All my girls in them rainbow Cadillacs, yeah Pulled up in the rainbow Cadillac Said he wanna taste the rainbow But he can't handle that Pulled up in the rainbow Cadillac Said he wanna taste the rainbow But he can't handle that Skittles That booty big, can you make it jiggle? You bitches dumb, you make me giggle Look, I don't, I don't think you bitches get it, okay? You can't outdo the doer, okay? You can't outshine the shiner, baby What does that even mean?
Writer(s): Paimon Jahanbin, Tate Sequoya Farris, Nima Jahanbin, Jack Lomastro, Michael Washington Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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