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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sheldon Young
Sheldon Young
Rap
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Rap
Brian Fisher
Brian Fisher
Background Vocals
JOHAN
JOHAN
Background Vocals
Vicky Nguyen
Vicky Nguyen
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Sylvester
Nick Sylvester
Songwriter
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Songwriter
Sheldon Young
Sheldon Young
Songwriter
Gabriel Stevenson
Gabriel Stevenson
Songwriter
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Songwriter
Brian Fisher
Brian Fisher
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Channel Tres
Channel Tres
Producer
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Producer
Nick Sylvester
Nick Sylvester
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Mixing Engineer
Sarah Register
Sarah Register
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy, that's that nigga Shit, yeah, I mean Shit, I mean It ain't that bad Why you scared of this shit? My nigga you ain't that rare You just a beat they gone flip My nigga get off yo knees It's trash ain't it lit You put me up on a cross and I don't want a part of it all Sorry, darling Dearly departed the bells They ring Ding, ding, ding, damn, My flex is gettin' to me Shit, but maybe it's the, uh Frequencies 'cause my speakers ain't set up the, uh Correct way Correct me Affect me Change me baby You bless me Caress me Take me, shake me, thank you You know me a lot Fuck me or not Yeah, do you fuck with me or not? Do you fuck with me or not? Do you fuck with me or not? 'Cause I fuck the beat a lot Shit Yo, fuck we on? Come to my house when the sun is gone If you too late you can bring your mom That make three of us triathlon Take that off make the hamper warm I make you wet like sweatin' palm You get me up like cholesterol Stroke my lips and we connect like zip I may not last too long I may not go to quick You tell me what you like I'll show what I might not, can, or cannot do Here, so why not try something new? Knew that at some point I'd be nude In your presence since I met you We gone see, see, see the sunlight And please don't leave I can't go outside I said hold on You gon' fuck me here tonight, girl I said hold on You gon' fuck me here tonight, girl I said hold on You gone fuck me here tonight, girl I said hold on You gone fuck me here tonight, girl Twenty-twenty-twenty-twenty-twenty-twenty-twenty-twenty vision Got a nigga out here fucking what he want But let me get the moon to come around and sound off Howlin' it's of two me now and I ain't even stunt I ain't even wanna do that right there I ain't even wanna do that right there I ain't even wanna do that right there Fuck it All of that pain I can't let that shit go Hop on the plane then I let that shit go Stuck in my head I can't let that shit go It's a joke Unreal Faith in myself Nigga Individual Human contact don't exist Human contact is a risk Full moon, full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon
Writer(s): Victor Daniel Wainstein, Gabriel Stevenson, Tyler Gregory Okonma, Brian Joseph Fisher Jr., Nicholas Barry Sylvester, Sheldon Jerome Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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